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Write a story using this writing prompt: [SHOWCASE] Showcase thread: November
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"content": "(The original prompt was deleted but I'll still link it)\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/51dneh/wp_coffee_and_a_blowjob/\n\n\n\nScrolling and scrolling. The list of employees was long and they were all very attractive. He sipped his coffee before one caught his eye. Billie was a smaller woman, only standing five foot with A Cups, but her red hair (said to be natural) and crystal blue eyes was enough for him to hit the order button. \n\nFive minutes later, the redhead pushed the curtain back enough to get in with a big smile. She greets him softly. He smiles as he returns her greeting. \"Um c-can I ask you something...about this place?\". She smiled and nodded. \"Can I ask you to undress?\".\n\nShe giggled \"Of course silly! We encourage it!\". She eagerly starts to strip as she explains the policies of the cafe (don't be aggressive or forceful, consult your waitress before doing anything, etc.). \"You can feel them if you want?\" She smiled as his hands rubbed her chest and he gently ran his thumb over her nipple. \"Wow.\" He blushed a little as she thanked him. He smiled and sat back. \n\nShe crawled under the table and began to rub the crotch of his pants. She smiled and she teasingly played with the zipper and pulled at the waistband. She,slowly unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them. She asked him to sit off the bench a little to pull them down to his ankles. She smiled and playfully ran a finger along the bottom side of his shaft. She put her mouth around his balls, sucking on them as she began to slowly stroke his cock. She licked his balls a few times before very slowly licking up the shaft and to the tip. \n\nShe circled her tongue around and softly kissed the very tip of his cock, making him moan a little. She stuck her mouth around the tip as she stroked his cock again a little faster, taking a moment or two to rub his balls in between. She slowly started to go deeper and began to suck slowly. She rested her hand right above his pelvis, sucking slowly. He jokingly asked how deep she could go, she giggled and answered by going all the way down and looking up at him. He smiled and she began to suck him.\n\nShe sucked more of his cock and sped up. She occasionally took time to lick the shaft and head before sucking again. She continued to gradually speed up, his moaning was soft but hot. She went deeper and deeper.\n\nHer speed picked up as she deep throated him. His cock throbbed in her mouth as she bobbed up and down faster and faster. She continued until she couldn't go any deeper or faster. She looked up at him as she could feel him getting closer and closer. \n\nShe held herself down as he came. She slowly pulled off as a little cum ran down his shaft, she dutifully swallowed and licked the line off of cum off the shaft. He laid back, panting and murmured \"Fuck...\".\n\nBillie smiled and crawled out, panting herself. A small window opened on the side of the door. It contained a pen, a piece of paper and a flash drive. The flash drive contained a video of the blowjob which he was \"free to use as long as he wasn't making money off it.\" Billie explained as she signed the consent form and passed over to him to sign. \"We also encourage you to post the video to our official subreddit and leave me a review. \". She smiled as he signed and handed her the form. He thanked her and she blushed but smiled at the rare gesture. She said you're welcome and thanked him back. She left to leave him to whatever coffee he had left and to cool down.\n\nDuring the lunch rush, Billie was busier then ever. She smiled and quietly thanked her anonymous customer from earlier before heading to her next table.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [BDSM?] Home from the Wars
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"content": "Karen’s cheeks heated at the open gaze of her husband’s brother Thomas. She knew that look all too well. It undressed her. It caressed her naked body. It…\n\nShe swallowed and directed her eyes away from his.\n\n“Thanks for the party bro,” Thomas told John.\n\n“Man, I’m just glad you’re home.”\n\nThomas had returned a week earlier from overseas at the end of his military tour. He had been offered a position at the company John worked at, and the two brothers were like a pair of kids reunited.\n\n“I know Karen’s glad you’re back,” John teased and patted her thigh.\n\nThe next few days Karen pointedly avoided Thomas. When he came over, she had an errand to run or a chore to do. There were too many emotions that she was trying to sort through even after seven years. Of course John, the loving husband he was, assumed her feelings for his brother were long over with.\n\nAnd then on one afternoon Karen was carrying the groceries in when she heard a car door. Turning, she found Thomas leaning against his car hood studying her.\n\n“You’ve been avoiding me,” he observed.\n\n“I know.”\n\n“I have something for you.”\n\nHe approached with a small gift box.\n\n“What is it?”\n\nFor answer he held the box out.\n\nReluctantly Karen took it. Inside was a small gold chain with an open lock. She could remember the feel of it around her neck all too well.\n\n“Thomas… I can’t… I love John. I have a son. I can’t ruin that…”\n\nShe tried to hand the box back, but Thomas stepped back.\n\n“Keep it. I found it in our stuff.”\n\nFor almost a week the box lay buried in the back of her underwear drawer. It called to her like a siren.\n\nFinally, Karen could handle it no longer. That evening once their son was in bed, Karen confronted her husband.\n\n“John… Do you love me?”\n\nHe looked surprised. “With all my heart. Why?”\n\n“You once told me you would do anything for me.”\n\n“I meant it. What’s this about honey?” Concern filled his voice.\n\n“You remember what I told you about? Between me and Thomas?”\n\nHis head nodded.\n\nTaking a deep breath, she produced the box with the chain and lock. “Does anything include putting this on me?”\n\nJohn stared wide-eyed at what she held. Then he dropped on the bed heavily.\n\n“Do you love him?”\n\nKaren shook her head. “No.”\n\n“Then… Why? I don’t understand. Are you…” He choked up. “Are you leaving me?”\n\nKaren felt tears on her cheeks, and she dropped to her knees in front of John. Clasping his hands in hers, she replied with all her heart “No. I love you so much. It’s just… I don’t know… I really don’t. I just need…”\n\nThey stayed like that a long time – simply staring into each other’s eyes and sharing unspoken feelings. John reached down and took the chain. He slipped it around her neck and fastened the lock. The click it made seemed to reverberate in her soul. The key was in Thomas’s possession.\n\nThe following morning Karen dropped her son off at preschool and made her way across town to the small, one-story house that Thomas was renting. When he came to the door, Karen lifted her chin to display the necklace.\n\n“John put it on himself,” she explained defiantly.\n\n“I assume you remember…” His words trailed off as Karen brushed past him into the living room.\n\nShe kicked off her shoes and wiggled free of the jeans. Her t-shirt and undergarments came off and joined the others. Naked, she knelt in the floor with her hands on her thighs with her eyes on the floor in front of her. Just as she had done before.\n\n“Hey baby, where’s the butter?”\n\nThe unexpected sound of another woman made Karen’s eyes jerk up and toward the door leading to the kitchen where a short, plump woman stood staring wide-eyed at Karen.\n\n“Cindy, this is my sister-in-law Karen. Karen, this is my…” He glanced at the other woman. “My girlfriend.”\n\nCindy did not seem the least bit put off by a naked woman in her boyfriend’s living room. “Nice to meet you.”\n\nShe turned to Thomas. “Are you out of butter? I was going to make scrambled eggs.”\n\n“I think I am,” Thomas replied.\n\n“Well shit,” Cindy said. She looked at Karen. “I guess I can just stop at Chick-Fil-A on the way to work.”\n\nThe pair exchanged affectionate good-byes, and Cindy left the two of them alone.\n\n“You didn’t say you were seeing someone,” Karen said angrily.\n\n“You didn’t ask.”\n\n“She seems unperturbed by this.”\n\nThomas laughed. “Yeah, she’s like that.”\n\nHe dropped on the sofa and studied her kneeling there naked.\n\n“I’m going to whip you,” he announced. “You met my eyes while collared.”\n\nKaren looked down. “Sorry Sir.”\n\n“Assume the position.”\n\nKaren rose and placed her feet together. She laced her fingers behind her head and stood straight back looking forward. Thomas left and returned carrying a leather strap attached to a wooden handle. He circled her slowly before stopping in front of her.\n\nShe flinched as his finger lightly traced the stretch marks on her stomach from her pregnancy.\n\n“I like these,” he said. “They’re sexy.” Sighing, he hefted the strap. “Do you remember the safeword?”\n\n“Pizza, Sir,” Karen answered.\n\n“Very good. Let’s begin.”\n\nA moment later, Karen begin to scream.\n\nExhausted emotionally and physically, Karen returned home after picking her son up. The last thing she wanted was to deal with dinner and laundry. Her son ran straight to the computer, which was fine by her. She collapsed on the sofa and nearly cried at the sudden reminder of her strapping. Her bottom was still tender.\n\nAnd so was her crotch.\n\nThomas had definitely made up for the last seven years in the six hours he had used her. She prayed John would not ask for sex tonight. Of course she would not refuse him if he did. Thomas had commanded her to never deny John sex.\n\nHer fingers brushed the chain around her neck. It was slender enough that a strong tug would break it. Not that she would. She belonged to Thomas. She loved John with all her heart, but she belonged to Thomas.\n\nWhen John returned home from work bearing containers of Panda Express, Karen was thankful. He pointedly avoided asking about her day but instead talked about his. That evening John made love to her. It was the soft, gentle kind that she loved and made her feel special. Afterward they spooned and fell asleep in each other’s arms.\n\nThe following day Karen returned to Thomas’s house to find Cindy there again. She was made to watch Thomas and Cindy have sex, which turned out to be more painful than the strapping the day before. Jealousy filled her as the woman screamed and made exaggerated noises. It was worse than a porn movie.\n\nAt lunch, Thomas announced he would go to Subway to pick up sandwiches. \n\nBefore leaving, he paused at the front door. “Oh yeah. I almost forgot these.”\n\nHe tossed a pair of keys to Cindy who was sitting on the sofa. Karen recognized them as the keys to the lock around her neck. She knelt atop a red cushion in the living room. Today she wore a set of black restraints that were connected together by a metal X forcing her into a kneeling hogtie.\n\nCindy studied the keys and then Karen.\n\n“What’s it like?”\n\n“What,” Karen asked.\n\n“Being his slave. Why do you do it? I mean, you’re married.”\n\n“I don’t know. It’s just a part of me.”\n\n“He loves you. He told me once.” This came out in a pained voice. “He was drunk. I dunno. Maybe a week ago. He let slip that he hated he never asked you to marry him. How his brother was a lucky guy.”\n\nKaren felt pity for Cindy. It was obvious this was killing her to admit. “I’m sorry. I don’t…”\n\nThe woman came around and released the clips on the X letting Karen shift into a comfortable position. “Thanks.”\n\nCindy bit her lip and held the keys up. “He said you’d do anything he commands while wearing that.”\n\nKaren could only nod.\n\n“What if he asked you to leave your husband?”\n\nKaren had wondered that herself. She loved John so much, but her body, her heart, and her soul craved this.\n\n“I don’t know,” she lied."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up as the opposite sex. The weirdest part is that the sex you're attracted to changed as well. You're in denial of the latter part.
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"content": "I stared into the mirror, my eyes wide. Or, eye...the other was covered by auburn hair that now fell to my shoulders. My remaining eye seemed larger than I remembered, the hazel standing out against the white.\n\nThe rest of my face was just as unfamiliar. A cute little nose, pouty lips which were slightly parted in surprise...1\n\nThe girl in the mirror was a stark contrast from my usual self. The image I usually saw in the mirror. I was an average guy, if I was being generous. But this girl...\n\nShe was god damn amazing. Nearly perfect. \n\nI looked down, the tank top that I had worn to bed was being pushed out by large breasts. at least D-cups. It left much of my new flesh exposed, though my nipples were covered, if barely. Though, the material of my shirt was more or less see through, so it wasn't hiding much.\n\nMy breasts were also pushing out my shirt, leaving my belly button exposed. My boxers were hanging precariously low on my hips, with the front just barely above my new vagina. \n\nI heard a knock on my bedroom door, and my roommate Barry's voice. \"Dude, what are you doing in there?\" \n\n\"Trying to wrap my head around this shit...\" I said, groaning a bit at my new soprano voice. \n\n\"Yeah, I bet...\" Barry said, walking away from my door. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I woke up like this and told Barry, he had been making jokes about me 'checking out my new body'.\n\n\"Jackass.\" I muttered, walking out of my bathroom and leaving my room. I headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out orange juice and pouring it into a glass. \n\nI heard a moaning come from the TV, and looked over to see a porn playing on the TV. Nick was sitting on the couch, only in his boxers. \"Seriously, dude?\" \n\n\"Problem, Nicky?\" \n\n\"Don't call me that. You're watching porn right now?\" I asked. \n\n\"Hey, my first sight of the day was a pretty damn hot chick. Can you blame me for my motor running a bit early? Though, if you wanted to help me out...\"\n\n\"Not happening.\" I said. \"I may be a chick...for some reason, but I'm not into guys.\" \n\n\"Fair enough.\" Barry said, turning back to the screen. \"So, any idea what caused this?\" \n\n\"Uh, no.\" I said. \"How would I know?\"\n\n\"No pissed off witch or...I dunno, enemy who got a magic lamp?\" \n\n\"I don't think so.\" I said. \"But how would I know, anyway?\" I asked as I walked over and fell onto the couch next to him and sipped my juice. \n\nI watched the scene on the TV, the woman laying on a desk as the man went down on her. \n\n\"Maybe some virus?\" Barry asked. \n\n\"Didn't feel sick. And I think if a disease like this was going around, it would probably be on the news.\" \n\n\"Shit, keep shooting me down, why don't ya?\" Barry asked. \n\nI took another sip of my juice and kept watching the screen. The man stood and positioned himself and entered her. She started moaning and writhing. \n\n\"You okay?\" Barry asked. \n\n\"Uh, yeah? Why?\" \n\n\"Breathing kinda hard. Led credence to my virus theory.\" Barry said, shifting slightly. \"You gonna call anyone? Head to the ER or anything? Get Feds involved?\" \n\n\"I...I don't know, man.\" I said. I leaned my head back on the couch, no longer able to rest it on the top of the cushions. The moaning from the TV continued.\n\nI could feel the couch shift, and could hear a few grunts. I opened my eye and turned to see Barry's dick poking through the fly of his boxers as he stroked it. \n\n\"Dude, what the fuck? Seriously?\" I asked, looking at him stroke himself. \n\n\"I'm watching porn. What did you expect?\" \n\n\"I don't know, some self restraint?\" \n\n\"Hey, you're clearly getting into it, too.\" Barry said. \"I see that wet spot on your undies.\" \n\nI looked down and could see the wet spot on my crotch. \n\nI shook my head. \"Okay, that's enough.\" I said. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. \n\n\"Hey! I was watching that!\" Barry said. \n\n\"Yeah, I know, but I need you to focus, okay? We need to...to...\" I watched as his hand slowly moved up and down on his dick and groaned. \"Okay, I need you to stop that, and...\" \n\nI groaned and grabbed his wrist and pulled it up. He shook my hand off and grabbed me, \"Hey, listen, I've never interrupted your special time. You know how much that sucks.\" \n\nHe then looked me up and down, then grinned. \"Course, my offer of help still stands.\" He pulled my hand down and placed his dick against my palm. \n\n\"Dude, knock it off, okay...you...\" \n\n\"Come on, I think you're into it. You're looking all flushed, you're breathing harder...\" He released my wrist and closed my fingers around his shaft. He then moved his hand to the waistband of my boxers and slid it inside. \n\nHis hand made it's way to my new, unexplored pussy, stopping to massage my clit for a moment, then a finger slipped inside of me. \n\nI gasped, and I could feel my toes curl, and my hand tighten around Barry's dick. As he fingered me, I let a moan out. \n\n\"There it is. How about you do your part?\" \n\nI wanted to protest, but he grabbed my wrist and started moving my hand up and down. After a few strokes, he let go, and I kept the motion going. \n\nAnd there we were, working each other with our hands and fingers. I tried to rationalize it, to say that I wasn't enjoying it, that it was just confusion from my new body...\n\nBut then the pleasure built up, reached a crescendo, and I exploded. As my orgasm tore through me, I barely felt myself let go of Barr and grip the couch. My vision blurred, and my back arched.\n\n\"Well, shit...you liked that, huh?\" Barry asked as he stood from the couch. I was still panting, trying to catch my breath, as he grabbed the legs of my boxers and pulled them down. I could see the now much larger wet spot on the front as they came free and were tossed to the ground. \n\n\"All primed and ready.\" Barry said as he reached down and grabbed my ankles. He pulled, leaving my back against the seat cushions and my head against the back of the couch. He pushed back and spread my legs. \n\nThe cool air against my wet pussy was odd, but I was barely thinking about it. \n\nHis own boxers had been discarded at some point, and his 7 inch long dick was standing at attention, pointing at my waiting cunt. \n\n\"This is cool, right?\" Barry asked. \n\nI stared at his member, biting my lip for a moment, then nodded. \n\n\"Aww, come on. Say it. You know I like my girls vocal.\" \n\nI narrowed my eyes. \"Yes, it's okay. P-put it in.\" \n\nBarry smiled, moving closer. He ran the head of his dick along my pussy lips, and I shuddered, a moan escaping me. He chuckled. \n\nAnd then he pushed into me. Slowly, but the feeling of him filling me, of my muscles contracting and gripping his every inch. As he finished fully entering me, I could already feel another orgasm building. Then he pulled back, and I swore I could feel every feature of his cock. \n\nHe pulled back until I could feel the head at my entrance, then pushed back in. Then out, slowly finding a rhythm. After a few thrusts, I was moaning with each stroke. In, and out. In, and out. \n\nOne of my hands made it's way under my shirt to massage my breasts, the electric sensations from Barry fucking me reaching my nipples. The other hand found my clit and began playing with it. The building orgasm sped up and struck me in less than a minute, and my body convulsed again. \n\nBarry seemed to take that as reason enough to increase in speed, and started going at me with more vigor. I could feel everything. His cock entering me, my pussy gripping him, his balls smacking against my ass. \n\nAnd I loved it all. Even though I knew it was wrong, I loved it. \n\nI closed my eyes, lost myself in the pleasure for a few minutes. I had never thought I would even consider something like this. Submitting, allowing someone to fuck me. \n\nBut now it made total sense. It was euphoria. \n\nI was shaken from my thoughts...some amount of time later, by Barry's grunting. He moved quicker now, and I could feel his cock twitch. I tried to form words, but all that came out were squeals and moans. \n\nFinally, with one last motion he pulled out of me. One spurt of cum shot out, striking me in the face to cover my nose and lips. Another spurt hit my neck, then a third liberally covering my shirt. The last few splattered against my exposed stomach. \n\n\"Holy shit, man. That was...\" Barry said, shaking his head. \n\nI opened my mouth to speak, a glob of cum that had been on my lips falling in and onto my tongue. I instinctively swallowed, and was surprised to find that the taste was not too bad. \"Mm, that was amazing.\" I said. \n\n\"Uh, hey...sorry about that. I might have gotten carried away, and...\" \n\nI shook my head, sitting up and reaching down and grabbing the hem of my shirt. I pulled it up and over my head, allowing my breasts to flop free. I tossed it to where my boxers currently laid. \"Uh uh, no apologies. I'm still ready to go. You got another round in you?\" \n\nBarry smiled. \"Maybe with some help.\" \n\nWith him standing and me sitting, his cock was basically right in front of my face. Still slightly erect, glistening with my juices, a dribble of cum on the end. \n\nI nervously looked up at him and smiled. \"Sure, why not?\" \n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [FF] Everything is porn: In 100 words, describe a thing that's usually not considered erotic in an erotic manner, without explicitly revealing what you are referring to.
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"content": "Drawing it close to my nose, I inhale the mixed smell of dried sweat and perfume. It intoxicates and sends a steady stream of pleasure to my body. \n\nThe soft pink texture rubs against my skin, the beautiful flowery patterns hypnotized my eyes.\n\nI grabbed each end with both hands, stretched them out and moved it close to her mouth.\n\nAs it went inside, I wrapped it across her head and tied them tight.\n\nHer muffled screams of \"MMMPHHH\" made me rock hard, and I proceeded to strip down my clothes.\n\n\nObject I am describing: A silk scarf (Which I use as a gag for bondage)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You kneel before the ancient dragon. It extends a hand forward and encloses it around you, raising you towards its head. Its stone scales are almost intoxicating on bare skin. Gently, it pushes you onto your back
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"content": "This got... long. \n\n**The sacrifice. Part 1**\n\nOnce every ten years the villages gather together and produces a single sacrifice.\n\nThat is how it has always been and how it must always be. The dragon has protected the region for untold generations, asking only for one beautiful woman of no less than 20 summers and no more than 25 to be provided to its lair every ten years. \n\nYou vaguely remember the last sacrifice, her golden locks and eternal smile when she visited your village on her pilgrimage to the old dragon’s lair. You had seen every man in your village look longingly after her as her entourage shepherded her up the mountain path and out of your small village. \n\nThere were always some who questioned the old ways, but they would fall quiet whenever a turned from its path and left their homesteads standing, a cloud of locusts traveled across their fields leaving the harvest intact, or rain somehow fell in their little corner of the realm while the rest of it suffered a terrible drought. \n\nYou were chosen to be the next sacrifice not long after the last’s entourage had returned without the woman they had been shepherding. You don’t truly know why the council had picked you, if they had known that your bosom would grow to attract the eyes of every farm hand and traveler that passed through, or if it was your fiery red hair that had turned their heads. Whatever the reason for their decision you had been chosen none the less and the last 9 summers had been an endless series of wonder and ease. \n\nWhen the crops of your father’s faltered the village stepped in and fed your family, when the merchants came to town you received clothe and jewelry that made you the envy of every maid in the region without having to empty a single coin out of your purse. Truth be told your purse had been empty since that day, everything had been provided to you for free since that day, be it fine red shoes from the cobbler two villages over or the beautiful saddle from lands far south given to you by the council of elders themselves. \n\nThe life of a sacrifice was short and sweet, so they could travel up to meet the elder dragon with no regrets and the full knowledge that their family would not be wanting for anything as long as they lived. \n\nYou had left most of your finest jewelry behind, as well as all your fine silks, should hard times come again you knew your father could get a good price for it. You smiled at the memory of your father and mother waving goodbye with teary smiles almost 2 full days ago. Your own entourage shepherded you up the mountain trail, riding a fine horse on the saddle you had never had much of a chance to use before now. You wondered if perchance your father would finally be able to afford another horse to help till the land with the gifts you had left behind for him. \n\nMost of the entourage stopped when they reached a plateau so far up the mountain it felt like you could reach up and touch the clouds. Two men at close to your fathers age, and one old man twice that kept heading up with you though. They let you up hidden trails and down secrets steps, leading the horse carefully so you would not need to walk the dangerous slopes yourself. Eventually they came to a halt outside a small cave entrance. The old man spoke to you and pointed out the small waterfall and stream that ran down the stony walls of the mountain. \n\nAs you dismounted the 3 all bowed to you and left, taking the horse with them and left behind a lit torch in the ground. You walked to the stream and undressed yourself, the singularly beautiful purple dress folded neatly and placed on a rock, the silver choker and the two rings with precious stones placed upon the dress.\n\nThe clear water of the stream was icy cold but as clean as any water you had ever laid eyes on. You washed diligently, shivering slightly as the icy water washed the dust out of your hair and the ache out of your legs, tired after the days of riding. Your nipples grew hard as you washed your ample bosom a slight sigh escaped your lips as the cold water ran down between your legs. You cleaned yourself thoroughly, remembering the farmhand from last year’s harvest season, his sweet words, his soft lips and his skilled tongue. \n\nYou got out of the water and let the setting sun dry you off as best it could, wringing the water out of your long flowing hair before you got dressed once more. First the dress, the color of royalty it hugged your body tightly in a way that made your bosom stand out and made your hips sway softly when you walked. Then the rings, one for each of your parents, may their harvests be ever plentiful, and lastly the silver choker. You clasped the choker into place and felt at ease, the familiar tight embrace of the metal consoling you and helping you keep your heart beat regular. \n\nA short life, but a sweet life. You had indeed had a sweet life, you assured yourself as you picked up the torch and faced the entrance of the cave. Now it was time to pay for all the gifts and all the kindness you and your family had received for close to ten years, it was not without pride that you entered the cave, not filled with fear, but with gratitude for the life you had lived and the honor that had been bestowed upon you.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CONTEST] January 2017: Resolution
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"content": "Well, this went to a weird place. Hey-ho. Content warning, noncon (but weird noncon).\n\n## Golems [noncon]\n\n### Thursday, January 12^th\n\n\"You've got your resolutions for the new year laid out?\" Alice asked, looking over at Sam.\n\n\"Yeah.\" he said, taking a drag from his cigarette. \"I've resolved to stop smoking.\"\n\nAlice looked over at the calendar, then at Sam's cig. It was the twelwth, and this was his third pack of the year.\n\n\"It's going well, I see.\" she offered with a grin.\n\n\"Fuck you, it's not that fucking easy.\" Sam chided her, butting out his cig all the same. \"What're your resolutions, anyway?\"\n\n\"I've decided to eat more vegetables.\" Alice said with a smile, throwing back her long back ponytail that had draped itself over her shoulder.\n\n\"And how's that going?\" Sam sallied.\n\n\"Not so good.\" Alice admitted, looking down at her watch. \"Anyway, it's late, I should get home.\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah.\" Sam said with a nod, knocking another cig from his pack. \"Walk safe.\"\n\n\"Always do.\" Alice said with a grin as she got up, and made towards the door. \"And skip that one.\"\n\nSam looked down at the cig in one hand and the lighter in the other, and returned them both to the pack. \"Thanks, sis.\"\n\nThe night air was crisp and cool as Alice wandered down the street. She was dressed light, in her low jeans and short top, and even though the walk was short, the cold air raised goosepimples on her slender arms and left the shape of her hard nipples poking through her thin sports top.\n\n\"You should wear a jacket, girl.\" an old woman's voice came from her side. \"You'll catch your death walking around like that.\"\n\nAlice turned around to face the withered and hunched old woman at the lip of the alley where she stood, and gave her a light smile.\n\n\"It's just a couple of blocks, I think I'll be fine.\" she said, and the old woman nodded vaguely.\n\n\"No matter, no matter.\" she mused. \"But you know... I sense you need help with your new year's resolutions.\"\n\nAlice furrowed her brow. \"How would you know anything about that?\"\n\nThe woman shrugged again, her dumpy black robes shifting slightly. \"No matter, no matter.\"\n\n\"Just write your resolution and your name on a slip of paper, and I'll see that you have all the help you need.\" she said, lifting her face to give Alice a gap-toothed grin and offering a thin strip of paper and a pen set in knobbly raw wood.\n\nWith a shrug, Alice accepted and wrote down her resolution.\n\n_Eat more vegetables. Alice Suzuki_\n\n\"Actually, you know who really needs help?\" she asked thoughtfully. \"My brother. Give me another slip, I'll do one for him.\"\n\nThe old woman nodded and handed her another slip.\n\n_Stop smoking. Sam Suzuki_\n\n\"So what do I do with these?\" Alice asked, idly waving the slips through the air.\n\n\"Just hand them to me, child, and I'll see to the rest.\" the woman said, and as soon as Alice handed over the slips, she read them, stowed them in a pocket in her robes, and with a light bow vanished down the alley.\n\nWith a shrug, Alice continued on her way home, and soon stepped into her small apartement, its dirty windows overlooking the street below, the neon lights of the Pink Cavern filling the room with a dull glow.\n\nAfter a quick shower, Alice slipped into bed and fell asleep, forgetting all about the strange woman in the alley.\n\n### Friday, January 13^th\n\nAt dawn, Alice awoke to her bedroom door shattering into a shower of splinters. Standing framed in the doorway was a monstrously large man, at least seven and a half feet tall, and as broad as the door he had just knocked down. As Alice rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she realized that the man was not of flesh and blood, but a huge golem constructed from a cornucopia of fruit and vegetables; from his long wavy hair made from kale, draped over his broad pumpkin shoulders and cauliflower chest, abs decked in potato skin with scattered sprouts, his arms thick bundles of golden wheat, and hanging between his corn stalk bundle legs a massive cucumber cock.\n\n\"What...\" Alice said, confused, \"Who...?\"\n\nAs the golem advanced on her wordlessly, Alice could see the broken window behind him, and feel the chilly morning wind sweeping through the small apartment. As he stepped up to the bed, she scrambled backwards, but the golem grabbed her ankle with thick, strong fingers made from plantains, and pulled her struggling form down the bed.\n\nSleepiness turning into terror at great speed, Alice kicked at his arm, but despite its soft and live appearance, the golem was hard as stone, and his grip around her ankle as he pulled her closer unrelenting.\n\n\"Get off me!\" Alice shouted, throwing a haymaker at the golem's wheaten arms, where it did nothing more than make her fist hurt.\n\nNoislessly, the golem grabbed her hair with his free hand, and once his grip was firm, he moved his other hand from her ankle to shore up his grip, and roughly he pulled her face up to face his cucumber cock. Alice tried turning away as he pushed its tip against her lips, but his grip on her hair was too firm, and even as she scrabbled against him, kicking and punching, it was to no avail.\n\nWith nothing else for it, Alice slipped her mouth around the cucumber cock and bit down as hard as she could, tearing through the crisp but yielding flesh of the vegetable, taking a good quarter off the massive gourd. If the golem noticed, he didn't care, and as Alice pulled back what little she could and spat out the half-chewed mass, she saw the cock regrowing and reforming before her very eyes.\n\nSuddenly remembering the old woman in the alley, an idea struck her, and the next bite she chewed fully and ate, but still the cock regrew, and when she tilted up her head with an open mouth to show that she was eating her vegetables, the golem took the opportunity to ram the entire cock down her throat, pulling her onto it with his firm grasp on her hair.\n\nTeary-eyed and gagging, Alice tried pushing back against the strong grip, to no avail, and when she tried biting down again, she found the flesh as hard and unyielding as the rest of the golem. Defeated, she stopped struggling, and let the golem have his way with her, roughly fruit-fucking her face for what felt like an eternity, before he finally withdrew, the tip of the cucumber exploding to drench her face and chest in the watery pulp of the fruit. As he did, Alice could feel the grip of the plantain hands on her hair falling away, as the entire golem toppled onto the bed, crumbling into a pile of greens.\n\nConfused and exhausted, Alice toppled over along with it, falling asleep amidst the produce. When she came to around noon, shivering from the wind through the broken window, she found a small slip of paper in the ruins of what had been the golem's head.\n\n_Eat more vegetables. Alice Suzuki_\n\nA sudden realization coming over her, she was quick to reach for the phone, and found a message from her brother.\n\n U wld not blv my morning. 🚭 4 sure, fck.\n\nLooking over the two hundred pounds of produce scattered about her room, Alice shook her head, and quickly tapped up a reply, before collapsing back into sleep.\n\n Knw the feels, bro. 🍆😨\n"
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"content": "The hard-packed dirt compressed slightly under the balls of my feet as I ran, pushing between my toes. *Faster*, I urged myself, not daring to throw a glance behind me for fear of catching a root. That would hurt. And who knew what would happen if the horsemen caught me.\n\nSix of them had galloped into the glade, and I'd barely had time to liquefy one man's viscera with a word before they were onto me, drawing swords and bellowing about death to the sorceress. Death was one thing. But Tatiana told me last week that one of her faithfuls had drunkenly revealed the King Patrol's latest superstition, that you could either kill a sorceress or, if you simply wanted to banish her insidious powers, fuck her until they fled her body. All while he grunted atop of her, spilling his seed between her legs and failing to banish the magic infusing her flesh.\n\nThey could have there way with me for as long as they wanted. I would still have my powers. But a rape was still a rape.\n\nI leapt over a rotting log, landing lithely before darting across a rocky outcrop and leaving the trail behind. My skirts sailed in my wake like misty tendrils trailing a wraith. Fortunately the men's horses had a harder time navigating the path's tight twists and turns. I'd be out of sight by the time they reached the rocks.\n\nThe ground here wasn't as forgiving. Sharp sticks and rocks gouged into my calloused feet. My strides became shorter, my steps more ginger. And then my right ankle caught the vine, which pulled taut against the impact. I fell heavily on my hip, but the landing wasn't painful as I'd expected. The ground was strangely soft.\n\nA bed of vines. They'd tripped me and then saved me from injury. How poetic. I started to rise, but the vine had twined around my ankle and jerked me back. \"Fuck,' I whispered. Somewhere not far away, a horse whinnied. My hair fell around my face in a black curtain as I hunched, fingers scrabbling at my ankle.\n\nAnd then, suddenly, my left wrist was entangled. Had I just seen a vine snake sinuously from its fellows, wrapping around me and pinning my wrist down. *Don't be absurd*. But my arm wouldn't free, and no, it wasn't my imagination, the vines were defintely moving, coming alive like serpents, slithering over my joints and tightening, pulling me down, then pushing me up, tightening all the while. Their rough fibers chafed my skin and tore at my skirts, almost as if that was their intent...\n\n*Foolsbane*, I thought in despair. *Of course*. The electric blue flowers that gave the malignant plant away were dormant in autumn. Before I knew it I was naked and bleeding, stretched taut in the air like a human X. The foolsbane stopped moving, and silence fell through the forest.\n\n*To be continued*\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My girlfriend is coming over later. Write us a script.
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"content": "((Oy, I wrote this as a stand-alone story, not as a prompt for you and your lady to enact, heh))\n\nJames tried not be distracted during the day and keep his focus. Four weeks ago, he’d found a new job and moved almost five hundred miles to be within a respectable driving time. It, of course, had necessitated a complete restart of his life but hadn’t resulted in too much upheaval.\n\nThe sweat happened when he loaded the rented box truck about half-way with his possessions. There was even a bit of blood in the form of a scraped knuckle and some choice words while figuring out the car trailer. All in all, though, it was an uneventful move. Oh, there were tears, yes, tears on both sides of the goodbye … and with many promises to write, but that was all to be expected.\n\nJames finished up and was out the door in his normal, carefully hurried pace, but an observant bystander would have noted an unusual urgency. A pep in his step or a barely contained excitement. Still, he did not let the thrill overwhelm him as he backed out of his parking space and joined the thousands of others in the daily commute back from their fields of choice. \n\nTraffic was usually bad in its usual places, but the music was unusually good on the radio and it made the time pass well. Before he really knew it, he arrived at the little two-story bungalow with attached car-port, pulled in and parked. \n\nIt had taken him two paychecks between rent and required utilities to save up enough for the deposit. A tingle went up his back as he saw the device unobtrusively sitting on an end table next to a lamp his mother had given him. They’d called him and said everything had been installed and should be ready to go. He noticed that all the lights blinked green, a good sign. He double checked the locks on the doors before undoing his red, silk tie and tossing it on the couch.\n\nHe picked up the remote from the coffee table and clicked on the large monitor directly across from the couch. The blue screen blinked on as its internals warmed and then blinked to a password screen as he changed the input channel. Then, setting down the remote, he picked up a nearby wireless keyboard.\n\nJames’ white shirt came off next after he typed in his password and the computer finished its boot sequence, followed shortly by his shoes, socks and pants. His underwear already showed a sizable tent by the time his browser opened up. It had taken a monumental effort on his part not to remove the pressure, to wait on relieving himself … to save it for his girl … the internet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are approached in the dream by a strange entity. Inhuman, indescribable, but seeing it inspires deep feelings of lust and desire.
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"content": "The world around you was in a constant state of decay. Despite that, no matter how much the world decomposed and rotted away, it stayed the same. Looking down, the ground beneath you seemed to breathe and the closer the ground was to you the faster it breathed. Looking up, you could see nothing but a void of nothingness While it was surely different from black, it didn't feel like it held a color at all. It was truly devoid of any and all color. Not only that, but the world, though deprived of light, was still lit up by unknown sources of a dull white light.\n\nThe world was beyond your comprehension as it went beyond any and all the things you've learned about physics and reality. But yet, oddly enough, it didn't leave you insane with it's impossible abnormalities, it only entranced you. You stared blankly at your nostalgic house, wondering if it just appeared or if it'd been there the whole time. Glancing around you saw no neighboring houses. Rather, there was, but they seemed faint. It's as if though they were, in fact, there, but they couldn't be seen.\n\nYou stepped forward towards the unsettling yet alluring call of your own home. It was your natural place of living, the one and only place you felt you could just indulge in who you were as a person. It wasn't before long that, that you were at your own doorstep, knocking on the front door. You briefly tried to comprehend why you were knocking, after all, it was your house. Suddenly however, a wave of acceptance rolled over you, as though if someone were to say \"Come in\".\n\nYou looked around with piqued curiosity. All of your furniture was gone, it was something that should have been a terrifying thought, but strangely, you almost expected it. Room by room, you looked around at the barren walls and floor trying to find any clues to quite literally anything that had been happening thus far. The last room to check was your own and after putting a hand on the metallic handle, you freeze. Your body stirred with sudden excitement; sudden need. The feeling was faint but it was still there. While it was merely just a feeling, the fact that it hit you so suddenly overlapped that feeling with worry, as well.\n\nYou inhaled deeply to compose yourself before slowly exhaling. After your moment of peace, you turned the cold knob and opened the door. An intoxicating aroma wafted past you, it surrounded you like the sensation of a lover hugging you tight. You couldn’t help but smile and breathe it in. However, you couldn’t comprehend if your smile was of pleasure or unease. Your uncertainty was mind numbing. There hadn’t been a moment you were sure of anything this entire time. You could have said the carpeted floor between your toes was, indeed, a tan color, but it didn't feel right to just proclaim even that.\n\nYou took a step in and closed the door behind you softly. One last deep breath filled your lungs and you slowly opened your eyes. The walls were of the same void-like nothingness that you saw in the sky. The sensation gave you vertigo-- no, every step of the way had filled you with vertigo. As if you were slipping towards this point all along. You glanced towards where your bed would be and this time, it was actually there. However, the only difference to the sight was the strange entity lied upon it.\n\nYou couldn't even begin to make sense of what was before you. It was an array of colors you'd never in your life seen before; It was an entirely new spectrum of colors. Comparing it to anything was an impossible feat, nothing about it made the slightest bit of sense to you. You could tell that whatever it was noticed your presence and it removed itself from your bed sheets. Any natural person would react in horror; they'd recoil in fear and scream bloody murder and though you didn’t, you still felt a great amount of unease.\n\nIt made its way to you, you weren’t sure how, but it was closer by every second that past, it was as if it never moved in the first place. As it grew closer and closer, your emotions and feelings only intensified. You were frozen in fear and excitement. Your breath shortened as your body stiffened as it finally paused in front of you.\n\nMinutes upon minutes went and past and it was only at this point did the incomprehensible entity created a noise that pierced the silence. Was it communicating, was it the result of its movement? The noise certainly came from its direction but beyond that, you couldn’t fathom it’s reasoning or purpose. The sound, however, seemed to put you more at ease and the longer you stared at it the more at ease you felt, as well. Though apprehension still laid thick in the air, it was more of a form of paranoia and distrust instead of fear.\n\nYou looked over its body. It didn't seem like any sort of combinations of the states of matter you knew so well. Despite that, you didn't care. You felt it touch its body against your sex or perhaps through it and a shock of pleasure coursed through your body. Your desire grew more and more rapidly. Your already existing lust for it only magnified knowing of the pleasure it could force upon you. You wanted it to touch you, you wanted it to please you, you wanted it to confuse you even more. Your desires were ensnared in a deep spell of pure lust and dirty desire. \n\nBeneath the entwining spells of wanton lust and needful desire, you felt more waves of emotions rolling through you. Paranoia, worry, dread, sympathy, powerless, melancholy, and many others. You couldn’t answer to anyone why you felt the way you did in the moment you did. Were they even your emotions? Was it really such a bad thing if you couldn’t remember? You dismissed it and instead chose to indulge in the pleasure before you.\n \nThe types of pleasures you felt constantly changed and you never experienced the same a second time. A good number of the sensations were ones you've never thought you could feel before, either. Its touch strayed from your crotch to your whole body. You felt your body be swallowed by the pleasure. Whatever it was doing to you, it was doing it well. Your entire body felt like an erogenous zone and not a part of you was left untouched. Your incomprehensible lover had only just touched you, yet your climax was building up fast and with a long and seductive moan, you came.\n\nYour body quivered in ecstasy as the feeling washed over you. It's movements and own motives, were unlike machine, animal, or human. There was no way to tell what your otherworldly partner felt about this exchange. You weren't even sure if it knew the massive amounts of pleasure it was coursing through your body, but if there was one thing you were sure of in this world It was that you enjoyed ever single minute of it down to the last second.\n\nMinutes, hours, and you wanted to assume that even days had past and yet you were still climaxing so hopelessly. There was little resistance to it, but you didn't see any reason to reject the pleasure. The pleasure was never exhausting, never tiring, and never boring. You felt like you could go on forever; you wanted it to go on forever. No human could ever compare now, not after the shockwaves of pleasure that coursed though you again and again. \n\nAs time passed it soon became apparent that you were not going to wake up. Its touch had you anchored into this dream world, not that you wanted to leave to begin with. You moaned out again in bliss; another climax. Straight up inside it... Or maybe against it...? On it?\n\nWhat sex were you again? Come to think of it, you don't even remember your name or what you looked like...\n\nOh well. It wasn't important to begin with.\n\nAll that matters was the intoxicating pleasure you were now a prisoner to.\n\n--------\n\n**Oh! This was a fun one to write!**\n\n**Super glad I decided to write this, hope you all enjoy it!**\n\n**You can also find it on [HentaiFoundry](http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/LeviathansLust/23123/The-Amorphous-Dream) & [Pastebin](http://pastebin.com/XwC3JHXh)**\n**(I also have a tumblr, [check it out!](https://leviathanslust.tumblr.com/))**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I never realised how useless and uncomfortable boobs were until my tittyfuck-obsessed roommate found a magic lamp taking away my dick, 14 inches of height and... life without lower-back pain!"
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"content": "I groaned as I walked into the apartment, dropping my bag by the door and kicking off my shoes. I rolled my shoulders and looked down at my breasts.\n\nBreasts that I hadn't had a few days ago. Breasts that were taking their toll on my back. \n\nI walked over and flopped onto the couch, taking only a moment to remove my bra. I had never thought about the relief that must come with such a simple act, but releasing that restraint...\n\nI sighed and fell backward, closing my eyes. My back still hurt, but it was so much better when I was lying down. \n\nA few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and frowned. There was a very small number of people who would come here looking for me. And one of them was the last person I wanted to see. \n\n\"Dan? Dude, you in there?\" \n\nI rolled my eyes. Joe. My best friend. Or, he had been. Until he found that lamp and made those wishes. \n\nInnocent, at first. And he had promised that I could have a go with the lamp after he had. \n\nHis first wish had been for money. A ludicrous amount of money. I had almost lost it when he showed me his banking app. \n\nHis second wish was for a bigger dick and increased sexual stamina so he could go all night. Fair enough. He could do what he wanted. \n\nHis last wish, though? For a short, stacked, beautiful girl who would do anything he wanted to be in the room with him?\n\nYeah, that one had been the one that fucked me over. Metaphorically. \n\nApparently, the genie either couldn't or wouldn't make someone out of thin air. So, he opted to use me. \n\nSo now I was a 10.10 girl, 5' even, down from my original 6'2\", with E cup boobs. And Joe and I were the only ones who remembered the old me. \n\nI ran a hand through my short black hair. One of the last vestiges of my old self. I would pretend not to be here. He would leave eventually. \n\n\"Come on, I know you're in there. I saw your car. Open the door.\"\n\nI felt something click inside of myself, and groaned as I sat up. My boobs wobbling under my shirt. I stood up and walked to the door and opened it. \n\n\"What do you want?\" I asked.\n\n\"Can I come in?\" he asked.\n\n\"No. Just tell me what you want and fuck off.\" \n\n\"I want...Jesus. Just let me in.\" Another twinge, and I found myself opening the door and motioning for him to come in. He looked surprised for a moment, then came in. \n\nI closed the door and turned to look at him. He looked off kilter. \"Look, I...this was a mistake, you know?\" he said. \n\n\"That doesn't change this.\" \n\n\"I didn't know the lamp would vanish! I didn't know you would be changed and then stuck like this. I...you just...you're my best friend, you know? You have to forgive me.\" \n\nAnother shift. I smiled. \"Okay, fine. I forgive you.\" I said, happily. \n\n\"What? Really?\" \n\n\"Yeah, sure.\" \n\nJoe's eyes narrowed. \"Just like that? Why?\"\n\n\"You told me to.\" \n\nHe was silent for a minute, looking me over. Then his eyes widened. \"My wish...\" \n\nI grimaced, slightly. I had figured this out almost immediately. Apparently he hadn't. \n\n\"Yeah, if you could just keep it quiet, you know?\" \n\nHe looked at me. His confusion and pained expression was replaced with one of desire. \n\n\"I...take off your shirt.\" \n\nI wanted to resist, but couldn't. I found my hands going to the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up and over my head. My naked tits wobbling slightly with each breath, my nipples growing harder in the open air. \n\n\"Holy shit...\" Joe said, sitting on the couch. \n\n\"Like I was saying, if you could not make a big deal of this part...\" \n\nJoe didn't move for a moment. He looked like he was thinking. \n\nI went to reach for my shirt, but stopped when he spoke again. \"Come here. Stand in front of me.\"\n\nI did as I was told, still lamenting at the pain in my back. \n\n\"Play with your nipples.\" \n\nMy hands moved up, and my fingers traced my nipples, then I pinched them. A slight moan escaped my lips involuntarily. I grabbed them, kneading them.\n\nI watched as Joe reached down and unzipped his pants, wiggling a bit so that they were around his ankles, then kicking them off. He then did the same with his boxers. \n\n\"You're naked on my couch.\" I said between little moans. \n\n\"Yeah, I am.\" he said. \"I...I want...give me a tit fuck.\" \n\nInwardly, I was pissed. You wouldn't be able to tell on the outside. I knelt before him, grabbing my tits. I leaned forward and popped his shaft into my mouth, lubing it up with my spit. After a few seconds, I pulled back and wrapped my tits around him. I started moving them up and down. \n\nI looked up at him as he moaned. \"You jerk.\" I said. \"Making me do this.\"\n\n\"Ooh, that's kind of a buzzkill. Talk dirty, and act like you're into this.\" \n\n\"Ooh, you naughty boy.\" I said, cursing inwardly. \"Making me act like your little slut.\" I felt myself smile, and as the head of his 10 inch dick poked up between my cleavage, I gave it a little kiss. \n\nThat was apparently enough for him. I felt him twitch, and a moment later his cum was shooting out, hitting my chin, neck, and covering my tits. \n\n\"Ooh, you made me all messy.\" I said, releasing my breasts and touching the warm cum. \n\nJoe was breathing hard, but his cock was still fully erect. \"Lay on the table, Danni.\" he said. I found myself moving, laying back on my table. I was concerned that it would break. It was cheap. Though, I was much smaller than I used to be...\n\nJoe got up and straddled me. \"Grab them.\"\n\nI grabbed my tits again, and wrapped them around his cock. Once that was done, he started thrusting. I sighed. Not in pleasure. In all honesty, this wasn't doing all that much for me. No, lying back was nice. \n\nHe kept titty fucking me, and lasted a few more minutes before shooting another load. This one managed to splash largely onto my face and tits, then leaving a small trail along my stomach. \n\nJoe was grinning down at me. \"Let's go to your bedroom and break in that pussy of yours.\" \n\n\"Okay.\" I said. Not that I had a choice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College freshman wants to fuck her science teacher...
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"content": "I sit at the back of the room. I warm as her hands rush over the chemical equations as if she was the first to discover them. I bite my lip softly, the small abuse hasn't helped me focus. My fingers have lingered over my cleft for too long, her movements draining the fluid and a slight spark ignites her passion, my fingers press in turning slowly to mimic her clasp and stroke of the beaker. Her wrist moves and the waves brush the sides of the glass, my tongue darts across my lips and I claim the tempting sigh that's begging attention. Her words aren't without; I know I should pay attention but my fingers pressure me when she glances my way. I wonder if that smile is for me, or left over from her passion laden mixture. It doesn't matter, I return her gaze with the same aching need. My hips lifting, I lean forward, I want to scream her name as my fingers work the point. She is pouring one fluid into another, it cracks and expands, I catch my breath, her fingers caressing the solidified mess spewing over her fingers. My breath quick, the pulse between my fingers following hers, a mute squeak and a rush of her title floods the last spasms. I close my eyes for a moment taking a slow deep breath, that, and the flush of my skin indicators of my lust when I open my eyes again. Her smile meets mine, satisfaction, \"Yes?\" Her words prompt me to my state, \"uhmm,\" I sigh trying to find my composure, \"nothing...\" I whisper into the lingering moment with her in my eyes': secretly caged; I lick my fingers clean of the mess that she made. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two couples that are also friends decide to have a foursome but it turns out that one of the guy's cock is almost twice as large as the other guy's
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"content": "Edit: whoops some paragraphs were widely out of order, took out and spellchecked \nEdit 2: quick link to both parts of story http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Selvin369/23327/Size-Doesnt-Matter-Right\n\n\"This is gonna be awesome,\" I grinned over at my best friend Alex. We were both lying next to each other on my queen sized bed with our shirts off and legs hanging off, waiting for our girlfriends to come in and get started.\n\n\"Yeah I guess,\" said Alex shyly. He has always been the quiet type, and today he had a very real reason to be. A few weeks ago, we had all been having dinner after comic con, and I had half jokingly suggested that because our girlfriends, Alex, and I were so close, we should try a foursome sometime. My girlfriend Amanda hadn't found it very funny, but Alex's girl Kalyn had immediately perked up at the suggestion. After that it was only a matter of the two of us convincing them that it would be just like another one of our outings. No need for it to be weird.\n\nAll that said, Alex still seemed uncomfortable. I had no idea why. Although he was extremely nerdy like the rest of us, he was in great shape. He was a few inches taller than me at around six feet, and all his muscles were extremely toned. I was actually a little jealous, as I had a skinny-fat body type myself. So why was he afraid? Did he have performance anxiety? A small penis?\n\nI woke from my reverie when I heard the door opening. I perked up right away. They had told us that they were getting dressed up for this (mostly Kalyn's idea), but I had no idea what to actually expect. It was even better than I imagined.\n\nThe two girls were wearing the schoolgirl uniforms they had worn to the con a few weeks ago, although they were modified a bit. The shirts were completely unbuttoned down the middle with a red tie between each of their breasts. The skirts were different as well, They were so short both of the girls' asses were basically hanging out. I wondered briefly if they were wearing panties, but then the girls turned to each other, winked, and simultaneously turned around and bent over, showing the smallest red thongs I had seen wedged between their asses.\n\nAfter flashing us, the girls both giggled with each other, clearly very embarrassed. I could see Amanda's cheeks bright red against her pale skin and freckles. She reached up to press her glasses against her nose in her nervous habit, but then she looked at Kayln again and relaxed a bit. They both burst into another fit of laughter.\n\nWhile they were laughing, I started examining them closely. They were both extremely hot, but my gaze lingered on Kalyn a little longer at the moment, as I didn't exactly get to see her in revealing clothes ever. She was Asian, yet she had one of the biggest sets of breasts and ass I'd ever seen on one. Despite that, she had a very innocent looking face that gave her a perfect girl next door vibe.\n\nAmanda was a bit more toned than Kayln, and her boobs were only a bit smaller. Her ass looked incredibly tight, and she had a sweeter face than even Kalyn, looking almost too innocent to ever do anything dirty. Almost.\n\nI let out a whistle of appreciation as our two girls game in, and they both did a small curtsy after their entrance. \"You guys look amazing,\" said Alex, openly staring at each of them, looking a little embarrassed at the situation himself.\n\n\"Damn right,\" I said. \"Why didn't you guys wear those kind of clothes to the con?\" Amanda responded by playfully sticking her tongue out at me.\n\nThe room got awkward for a second. It wasn't like any of us did this regularly, so we were all thinking of how to best get started."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sleepover sans sleep
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"content": "\"Good Lord, I open Facebook and I'm fretted by your cleavage Laura.\" \n\nAutumn said as her friends laughed. \n\n\"And right under that is a birthday message to her grandmom.\" \n\nAll four burst out laughing louder. \n\n\"That's why I have two. One for family and friend and the second for stuff like that.\" Laura explain starting to giggle again. Autumn rolled her eyes with a smile as another guest, Sally , clapped her hands together to get their attention. \n\n\"Confession time! The sluttiest thing you've ever posted online, go!\"\n\nLaura, Autumn, and Ashley all looked at each other before Ashley spoke, her answer of underwear selfies on Instagram garnering playful boos from her friends. Sally went next, admitting there's a pic of her flashing her pussy at a party online. Laura's answer concerned a long distance friend who she video chatted with and sent various boob pics to on FB. The three looked at Autumn. She blushed as she said she never posted anything slutty online. \n\n\"Really?\" Ashely asked sarcastically, Autumn just shook her head no. The blues and smirk must've given something away as the three badgered her a bit more.\n\n\"Alright if you insist...\"\n\nThe three looked at each other and smirked before looking back to Autumn. \n\n\"Somewhere in the archives of my Reddit account is a video. Of me and another senior at my high school. We were working on a project and we got rained in and bored...so we kinda got a little playful with each other. And I ended giving her head...\"\n\nSally covered her mouth as the other two smirked. Autumn was smirking as well but her face was beet and she was looking down. Ashley broke the silence...\n\n\"Can you show us?\"\n\n\"No, it's lost deep in my post history.\"\n\n\"Cmon can't you just look?\" (Laura)\n\nAutumn shook her head no. \"Cmon pleaseeeee. At least let me look. (Sally) \n\nAutumn giggled and slowly pulled out her phone. She moved around in her hands a bit before slowly handing it to Sally. Sally went right to her Reddit app and into her history. She clicked around in the submitted tab, setting the list to show the top post...naturally the video was her most upvoted post. The three gathered around the phone as they clicked the link and hit play. \n\nThe three watched, Ashley complimenting how her ass looked in a pair of dark blue panties. \n\n\"They were her panties actually.\". Autumn said with a giggle. \n\nAfter the video ended, Sally hugged autumns arm and rested h er head on her shoulder. \"Autumn will you go down on me pretty pleeeeeassseee.\"\n\nThe two laughed as Autumn shrugged her off. \"Will you atleast tell us who's underwear you're wearing this time?\" (Laura). All four laugh briefly. As the laughter autumn admits she's not wearing underwear at all. The other three sarcastically woos as they begin to clap and chant prove it. Autumn laughs but turns around and slowly pushes her pajama pants down far enough to show some of her bare ass. \n\n\"Alright I showed. Your gals turns. \" \n\nShe smirked as Sally pushed her pajamas down, bending over as she did to expose her pink thong. Ashley playfully smacked her ass as the four giggle. Sally pushes her pants all the way down and steps out of them to cheers. Ashley did the same, she was wearing lacy purple panties. She bends over leaning on the counter and winks at Sally. She happily spanks Ashley causing her to moan slightly. She stood up giggling as Laura and autumn removed their pants, both were pantieless. The tiger two cheered.\n\nAutumn whispered something in Ashley's ear and Ashley happily bent over again. Autumn kneeled down and began to softly kiss her pussy through her panties. After a few moans and one more long kiss, the four move quickly to the bedroom. Ashley pulls her panties and shirt off and lays on the bed, as Autumn climbs on and starts kissing softly the inside of Ashley's thighs up to her pussy. \n\nAutumn began to slowly stroke her pissy with her tongue as Sally and Laura stripped the rest of their clothes off. Autumn briefly sat up to take her shirt off and Laura began to lick Ashley's clit as Ashley rubbed her pussy. Ashley moaned more as Laura sucked on her clit while autumn licked her pussy. Sally took Ashley's place of rubbing Laura's pussy. \n\nAutumn licked faster as Ashley and Laura moaned louder. Autumn stopped for a moment and whispered something to Laura. She giggled and at up, turning around to face Sally. She crossed her fingers and winked. Sally giggled and changed positions, locking her legs with Laura's and the two began to scissor. Autumn changed positions as well, into 69.\n\nAll four where doing their parts faster and faster. They were all soaked snd Ashley took brief breaks to let autumns cum drip into her mouth. Sally had her mouth covered, her moans louder then Laura's and Ashley's and Autumns moans were muffled. They sped up faster. Sally moved her hand as she screamed in pleasure cumming hard. She layed back as they changed positions again with Laura still rubbing their pussys together until she came hard. Autumn and Ashley both stopped as the other came. \n\nAutumn rolled off of Ashley with cum running down her thighs, panting. A small puddle of cum was on the bed both from Laura and Sally and Ashley. Laura layed next to Autumn, smiling. \n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] your girlfriend went camping with her friends. She woke up in a different tent every morning
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"content": "Your girlfriend finally found her panties in the discarded clothes from the night before. They were still damp from the night before and she couldn't help look back over her shoulder at her still naked friend. His cock had hardened watching her scramble for clothes and she couldn't take her eyes off it. Her phone was ringing, she knew you were calling but she couldn't resist him. She dropped her panties and crawled back to him. As she opened her mouth, taking his cock inside, she heard the tent open. Normally, she'd expect her friends to leave awkwardly if they caught her sucking cock but they were way past that. This was the third tent she'd woken up in that weekend.\n\nFirst, she'd stayed up late with Amy and Jack. They'd gotten tipsy and Amy started to kiss her. Before she knew it, your girlfriend was on her hands and knees in their tent. Jack fucking her from behind and Amy holding her head between her legs, making your girlfriend eat pussy for the first time.\n\nIt was an open secret the next day and your girlfriend felt terrible. Still, that evening she sat up with Tom and eventually got round to talking about the night before. Her story turned him on and your girlfriend found she just couldn't say no when he asked her to suck his cock, right there in the middle of the campsite. She knew it was wrong, but she also knew she was unbelievably turned on when came in her mouth. He lead her off to his tent and her shocked friends heard her moaning loudly for yet another night.\n\nAfter that, it was inevitable that Sam would make a move on her. He was the only one who hadn't had her. He finally went for her when the group went swimming. He pulled her in close from behind underwater and asked her if she was going to come to his tent that night. Your girlfriend was outraged, as if she would sleep with him just because she'd fucked everyone else! She moved in his grasp and felt his hard cock press against her lower back. The sheer size of it made her rethink. She bit her lip and settled back against him, knowing where she'd sleep that night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Contest] February 2017: Lying
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"content": "\"Lying, lying, on Liar's Lane, \nWith nary a care in the world!\" he sang. \nHe skipped and dipped 'neath broad umbrellas, \nGushing and rushing to meet the fellas. \n\nBut lo! 'Fore long, he was interrupted: \nA maiden, emerging in clothes most seductive. \nAlas, that lass did spring from that alley, \nAnd, breasts aheave, she shouted, \"I'm Sally!\" \n\nHe smashed to a halt, so taken aback, \nAnd shouted in kind, \"Hello! Name's Jack! \nSally, my dear, how lovely to meet you, \nBut I am afraid, for now, I beseech you: \n\nYou've caught me in haste! There's no time to waste! \nI must disappear with nary a trace!\" \n\"A trace?\" said she, expression bewildered, \n\"Is someone seeking your tongue, so silvered?\" \n\nJack grinned and gazed and answered back, \"Aye! \nIt seems I've uttered an incorrigible lie. \nOne too many, for these o'erbearing laws, \nBut now I must say: thine insight gives pause. \n\nA silvery tongue I possess--there's no doubt, \nBut how could you know, just hearing a shout?\" \nJack stared and waited and noted her glee, \n'Til she bounced and said, \"I've a truth, for thee: \n\nI knew of your name 'fore you said it so lame, \nFor I am the dame, inflamed and untamed. \nI've followed you, Jack, and your tongue so loose, \nAnd now I intend to put it to use!\" \n\nWith that, Jack started a lengthy reply, \nRaising a finger and shutting his eyes, \nBut before a word could emerge from his lips, \nHis mouth was met with Sally's sweet kiss. \n\nHis eyes popped open, fast--something frantic, \n*This woman, it seems, is not a romantic!*, \nHe tried to pull back but her hands gripped hair, \nHer tongue, 'twas wriggling some sloppy affair...! \n\nFinally, pushing, escaping her grasp-- \nHe noticed her bosom had just come unclasped! \nAnd there, in the street of this dark, raining city, \nJack's eyes were greeted with massive, wet titties! \n\nSally smirked as he stared at her tits in awe, \nSpeechless, unable to hold up his jaw, \nAnd with that accident, she knew she had won, \nAs she turned, slapped ass, and said, \"Follow me, hun.\" \n\nJack regained composure as she walked into darkness, \nAnd as one possessed he followed regardless, \nForgetting his prior engagements and plans, \nEntranced by a couple of lovely wet cans. \n\nInto the alley he followed sans sound, \n'Til Sally appeared and pulled him around, \nIn through a door and shutting it 'hind her, \nProximity serving a supple reminder. \n\nJack found himself in a dimly-lit room, \nThe woman before him dispelling all gloom, \nBut she pulled him near and whispered in ear: \n\"Jack, I do fear I have been insincere... \n\nIndeed I did follow you all through the day, \nBut in need of no partner, instead I sought prey. \nYou no doubt desire my pussy cocaine-- \nBut that's why you trust no one along Liar's Lane!\" \n\nWith that, Sally grabbed his hesitant hand, \nAnd gliding it up toward her wetland, \nQuickly, it seemed, his lust turned to shock, \nAs what did he find, save long, hard cock? \n\n\"Of course!\" yelled Jack, \"'Twas too good to be true! \nBut hast thou considered that *I* misled *you?* \nOh Sally, so silly, to assume I crave cunt, \nWhen alas, all along, I've been on a manhunt!\" \n\nWith that, the two laughed, roaring with glee, \nAnd proceeded to engage in gay revelry, \nFor while some may crave that pussy cocaine, \nYou'll find naught but men along Liar's Lane!\n\n-----\n\n(See, the joke is that I lied to the reader. ;))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young feminist decides it is her duty to remove the negative stereotypes about women having sex. She does this by acting as slutty as possible...
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"content": "(Not a lot of interest, but I'll post my entry anyways)\n\n18 year old Blake Dean pulled into the parking lot of a shady highway truck stop. She got out of the car and began to walk confidently inside of the worn down building. This young college girl was on a mission: to promote sex positivity to the uninformed populus as well as give something back to this community of hardworking truckers.\n\nBlake had just started in college a few months ago majoring in women’s studies. She had always found it revolting how women got the short end of the stick in society. From everything to the wage gap to sexual harassment in the workplace, it made her angry just to think about it. Ever since she began her college years, she had taken it upon herself to dismantle any stereotypes about sex and body shaming. She would often argue with men whenever she thought they were looking down on her in any way; from strangers offering to hold the door to her teachers telling her to come to class in more acceptable attire, she was always ready to let others have a piece of her mind. So what if she went to class in a skirt only several inches long with no panties or went to workout topless? She wasn’t ashamed of her body, and anyone who painted her behavior in a negative light was ignorant and slut-shaming.\n\nHer wardrobe choice today especially expressed her belief that women should be free to wear whatever they want without judgment. Blake had a tight, athletic butt that was barely contained in the tiny denim booty shorts she had chosen to wear. The bottom of her ass was spilling out the underside of the shorts, and the front of the shorts were unzipped, almost revealing her pussy as it was apparent she wasn’t wearing panties. Her shirt was a worn white tank top with several slits cut in it, showing portions of her perky breasts through the openings and just barely hiding her nipples from plain sight. Additionally, she was wearing deep red lipstick and had her dark hair in pigtails; anyone watching might think she was just a cheap prostitute. She didn’t mind this; there was nothing wrong with selling your body for money in her mind. It was just another way to get by, and she respected all women who were comfortable enough with their bodies to be used as sex object and get paid for it.\n\nIn fact, reducing the stigma that pervaded society that these clothes or activities were immoral was part of the reason she was at this dirty truck stop being ogled by several older, greasy truckers. She wanted to prove that a woman could be free to express herself sexually in any situation, and she was willing to go to great lengths to illustrate this point.\n\nBlake walked through the door of the truck stop in her high heels, jiggling her hips from side to side as she went through to the men’s bathroom in the back. This easily caught the attention of all the horny men in the area. The attendant working the desk was just as enthralled by her display, and he didn’t seem to mind one bit when she stepped into the wrong restroom.\n\nAs she walked through the door, Blake couldn’t see any truckers using the restroom, but she knew she would have company soon. She quickly searched the stalls until she found what she was looking for: a glory hole nicely carved into of the side of one of them. She went in and locked the door to the stall behind her, face scrunched up in disapproval of the misogynist language she saw on the walls around her, especially surrounding the glory hole. Bitch, cunt, pleasure hole- all these words reaffirmed her belief that she was doing the right thing in showing that sex didn’t have to be degrading for women.\n\nThe cute college girl kneeled down on the ground in front of the glory hole and waited, wrinkling her nose in disgust at how dirty the floor was. She adjusted her booty shorts to prevent the tightness of them from giving her a wedgie. She didn’t have to wait long; after only a few seconds, the door to the restroom opening, and she heard several footsteps coming in. Without any introduction, a man stood on the other side of the stall and unzipped his pants, thrusting his thick, semi-hard member through the hole.\n\n“Hello gentlemen,” said Blake politely. Unenthusiastic greetings met her in reply. “Today I’m going to be doing a bit of a social service for you. I’m going to be sucking the cocks of anyone who comes in here for the next few hours free of charge. Keep in mind, I’m doing this to prove that the penis doesn’t have to be a phallic symbol of oppression; it can be simply a fun tool for a strong woman to express herself with and have a good time. I ask that you take note of your thoughts as I work tonight and see if you can let go of any negative stereotypes you might have of a girl like me doing such a thing.”\n\nThe men stared at the hole blankly, completely failing to comprehend a word she said. However, they didn’t need to think for long, as the brunette decide to get to work. She grabbed the thick penis in front of her and began stroking it firmly, rubbing her silky hand up and down the length passionately. She began to suck on the tip as well as she did so; the generous length of his member gave her lots of room to work with.\n\n“Ah that’s good you little cunt,” the trucker grunted, trying to buck his hips through the hole to thrust into her mouth as best he could.\n\nBlake smiled gently as she began to reprimand him for his language, “I know that’s just dirty talk and you’re trying to relieve the stress of a hard day’s driving, but remember not to use that kind of language outside of a sexual environment. Word choice really does matter!” She talked to him like one might lightly scold a small child for making a mistake, and then she got back to work, using only her mouth to pleasure his cock now.\n\n“I have no clue what you’re saying but damn bitch your fuckhole feels amazing,” replied the trucker. Blake smiled, knowing that despite the degrading language, her words would get through to this man and help him to respect women just a bit more. She leaned forward as she tried to take as much of the penis as she could into her mouth, retching as she struggled to swallow the whole length. The pent-up trucker couldn’t take much more, and without warning, he came in her mouth. The energetic feminist somehow managed to swallow every drop as he came. She continued to suck his dick fiercely after this, and the trucker pulled away as his dick was flooded with sensations too intense for him to handle.\n\n“Thanks for participating sir,” the cute girl said excitedly. “I also want you guys to know I appreciate the hard work you are doing for your country. Your jobs might not be glamorous, but we need you to keep the economy running smoothly!” The men waiting in line began to voice their approval, saying how hard it was and also agreeing with her earlier statements that sex shouldn’t carry such a negative stigma. Blake smiled as she saw the line of men from under the stall. She was getting through to so many of these poor lonely men! She was making more a difference here for women’s rights than she had in the past months of classes, and she was loving it.\n\n---\n\nSeveral hours had passed, and the flow of men into the stall hadn’t let up at all. Blake idly wondered if some of the truckers were calling their friends to come along as yet another dick came inside her mouth. She had lost count what number that was, guessing at least several dozen. Cum was caked all over her body; she hadn’t only been swallowing as she would have been very full by then. Her face was barely recognizable from the girl who walked into the bathroom earlier; she had smeared lipstick, cum and spit completely covering her face and sticking to her hair, and a shirt and shorts with cum stains all over them. She was suddenly grateful that she had chosen such a beat-up pair of clothes for this occasion."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After all these years, your imaginary friend has finally come back into your life. And she's always had a crush on you...
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"content": "“Jenna?! Jenna is that really you?” Surprised and in shock I ask the beautiful girl standing before Me. “This isn't real, can’t be.” She bows her head before me, her long crimson hair blocking my view of her face. “Marcus” She speaks her voice just above a whisper “I'm back.”\nThoughts rush into my mind. ‘Jenna was only an imaginary friend how can she be standing here in front of me. Better yet why is she here.’\n\n Slowly calming down from the shock, I notice that this is not the same girl that I made up when I was 12. She’s certainly grown up a bit and her body only further proves this fact. Her face is light a tanned beige color not that I can see much of it due to her hair. Her long bright crimson hair hangs down past the nape of her neck to just above her breast. Which if it were any longer it would rest atop the massive melons on her chest. I'd say they are at least an E-cup and with the tiny little tank top she has on there's little left to the imagination. Its painfully hard to look away from. There almost hypnotic. Further studying her body I focus on her thin waist and her hips. She has a perfect hourglass figure. Her stomach is small and I almost miss the small piercing in her navel when you look at her wide hips. They curve heavily and would look out of place if they were on a normal sized person. I look around her side and am even more surprised by what's behind those motherly hips. Her ass. Her ass is huge! But despite its unnatural size it looks seems completely natural. It's only half concealed by the miniature boy shorts that she's wearing. Which only furthers my arousal Her thighs are heavenly and look so soft and plush. \n\n“Are you Ok Marcus? You’ve been staring at me for a while.” Surprised, my eyes snap away from her hips and focus in on hers. They’re pink, like cherry blossoms. “Umm Jenna ?” I just manage to stutter out. “Whats going on. Why are yo- No better yet how are you here?” “Are you not pleased to see me then?” She ask. “No, no, no, no It's not that at all! It's just that you're my imaginary friend, well at least you used to be. It's good to see you again and I can see that you've grown quite a bit !” My eyes darting towards the balloons on her chest. “ But I'm just wondering, how is it even possible for you to be here?” I take a step toward her reaching my hand out slowly. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where euphemisms are literal, girls seem to really like flicking beans, and chicken population staggers from frequent choking..
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"content": "Sally ducked into the store quickly, pulling the door shut behind her. The sign outside was relatively innocuous, but she still couldn't bear to think of anyone seeing her enter The Toy Box. She'd been a legal adult for 5 years and was still unsure in an 'adult store'. It wasn't that scary, she had to admit, looking down the long aisle that made up the store. Well-lit, with colourful lingerie along the walls, neat shelves of DVDS, and soft classical music, it was actually quite inviting. \n\nSally took a deep breath and walked further into the store, trying to avoid eye contact with the woman sitting behind the high cashier's desk. The cashier, however, ignored the new customer's discomfort and called out, \"Are you looking for anything in particular, today?\". Sally blushed and began stammering out that \"I am looking for something, I just don't really know what, so actually I guess I'm just browsing, oh but I am going to buy something! I'm not like some pervert who just came in to stare . . . \" By this time the woman had stood up and walked over to her and smiled as Sally stopped babbling and trailed off into embarrassed silence. \n\n\"Is this your first time in a toy store, honey?\" Sally nodded. \n\n\"You looking for something to watch, something to wear, or something to play with?\"\n\nSally nodded again, then realised she had to actually answer. \"Some- something to play with.\"\n\nThe other woman stepped back, looked Sally up and down, then said, \"Alright honey, come with me.\"\n\nShe walked Sally to the back of the store, where a small fridge sat between wire shelves of whips and paddles. When she opened the fridge, Sally saw bags of sausages and vegetables, but the woman only pulled out a small box. She opened it and picked out something thin and green, which she placed in Sally's hand. \"This is a bean pod, honey, a free sample for new customers who want to try things out.\" She winked at Sally, who blushed again.\n\n\"Go on, touch it.\" Sally poked the pod with her finger, feeling slightly flushed. The woman nodded, and Sally kept touching the pod, shivering slightly. \"Now open it, honey,\" said the woman, who also looked red and flushed. As Sally pushed her fingernail into the pod and slit it open, she didn't notice the woman casually reaching into the box, her fingers moving among the other pods.\n\nSally pulled the pod open gently, revealing the four small beans inside. She touched them gently, feeling the heat pooling in her stomach as she caressed the delicate rounds. \"Go on,\" said the woman, sounding out of breath, \"Go on, honey. Flick them!\" Sally rubbed her fingernail on one of the beans, then pulled her finger back and flicked it. \"Ohh!\" she gasped, rubbing the bean. The cashier's fingers moved quickly, \"Yes, honey, like that.\"\n\nSally rubbed another one of the little yellow beans, watching it swell and darken under her fingers. She gently scratched her nail across it and shuddered. Then she flicked it, over and over, rubbing and flicking the vegetables as her body flushed and shuddered and her knees weakened. Both women were kneeling on the floor by now, Sally staring at the pod in her hands, the cashier staring at Sally, both with their fingers on beans. Sally stroked each little bean in turn, then flicked them each, hard. \"Ohhhh\", she moaned, continuing to flick, \"Oh gods.\" The woman next to her was moaning too, watching this innocent young woman abandon herself to the green vegetables, building up the pressure inside her body. \"Yesss, honey,\" she whispered under breath, as Sally pushed herself over the edge, \"Flick your little beans.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where the only way to create a healthy baby is to procreate within the family, doing otherwise leads to a deformed child, and you'll be a social outcast for the rest of your life.
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"content": "“Come on John, you promised you’d do it as a graduation present, and graduation was a month ago.”\n\nJohn sighed. “I know. It’s just…”\n\nKaren came over and sat on her husband’s lap. They were on the edge of their bed; the rest of the house was quiet at this hour.\n\n“I know.” She kissed him affectionately. “You don’t want our little girl to grow up.”\n\n“Do you think she’s ready? Having a baby’s a big responsibility.”\n\n“She’s twenty-two. She’s graduated and has a great job offer. She’s ready.”\n\n“Okay,” he said defeated.\n\nHis wife pushed him back and straddled him. “Maybe we should practice,” she giggled.\n\nTwo weeks later John, Karen, and their excited but nervous daughter Ashley checked into the nearby Hilton for the weekend. As John went about setting out electric candles around the room to set the mood, Karen and Ashley disappeared into the bathroom. It was almost an hour before the pair emerged.\n\nJohn gaped.\n\nHis wife wore a black satin corset that pushed up her breasts into an impressive display. She was a short, slender woman who had aged quite well. Black panties concealed her womanly charms, and black stockings hugged her shapely legs.\n\nBut it was Ashley that caught his breath. She had inherited her mother’s height but was chubbier with an ample bust. The white corset added to the allure of her pale skin. She wore white stockings attached to garters on the corset. However, a steel chastity belt shone between her legs. His daughter looked very nervous.\n\nKaren led Ashley to the bed, and John took a seat in one of the room’s chairs. The two stood by the bed, and Karen took a key and inserted it into the small lock on the front of the chastity belt. It popped open eagerly. Despite the paleness of her skin, a faint tan line could be seen where the belt had been worn all these years.\n\nLike her mother, Ashley’s crotch was shaved smooth. Karen sat on the edge of the bed behind her daughter.\n\nKaren’s fingers slipped between Ashley’s thighs and gently began massaging her clitoris. Ashley’s eyes grew wide, and she gasped. As Karen continued, Ashley trembled visibly and almost fell twice. His daughter’s face grew red as the stimulation continued, and soon soft moans escaped.\n\n“She’s ready,” Karen declared.\n\nAshley almost collapsed onto the bed. She stretched out with legs slightly parted.\n\nJohn undressed and watched his wife sit near Ashley’s head stroking her hair.\n\n“Are you ready,” she asked the nervous girl.\n\n“Yes.”\n\nJohn’s shaft stood out erect and ready. He climbed on the bed between his daughter’s legs. Her body felt so wonderful beneath him.\n\n“I love you,” Ashley said and wrapped her arms around his neck.\n\n“I love you too sweetie.”\n\nKaren took Ashley’s hand.\n\nJohn pressed the tip of his shaft against his daughter’s damp nether lips, and her eyes squeezed shut. With a gentle push, he pierced her virginity and received a small cry. The sound both excited and concerned him.\n\n“Sorry,” he said.\n\n“It’s okay,” Ashley said uncomfortably.\n\nThey fell into a slow, gently rhythm. Karen’s free hand slipped into her black panties and massaged herself.\n\nIn minutes John groaned. Soon his seed flooded Ashley’s body. When it was over, and his manhood grew limp, he stretched out on the other side. Karen reached down and removed a white piece of silk spotted with tiny red specks.\n\n“We’ll need to go tomorrow and file the Loss of Virginity form at the courthouse,” Karen reminded them while examining the spotted silk.\n\nHaving a child was a paperwork nightmare due to the unexplained genetic mutation in humans. A woman had to file an Intent to Become Pregnant naming the intended father. Once the familial relationship was confirmed and approved, an Authorization for Motherhood was issued. Unless the DNA of the mother and father were a close match, the baby would have a high risk of deformity. Upon losing her virginity, a woman was required to file a form documenting the beginning of her sexual activity. The silk would provide evidence that it had occurred; otherwise a medical examination would be required. Ashley was prohibited now from having sex with another man until it was confirmed she was pregnant, at which time more forms would be filled out. Each future lover would also have to be submitted.\n\nKaren stretched out so that Ashley was between them. “We’ll probably have time in the morning before we have to check out,” she giggled excitedly over the prospect of becoming a grandmother.\n\nJohn groaned. “I get the feeling I’m not going to get much rest over the next few months.”\n\nAshley snuggled between her parents. “Not likely,” she teased.\n\n“Oh, you can rest all you want,” Karen added mischievously. “It’ll take at least thirty minutes before you can try again.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You accidentally summon a demon, and (s)he's taken a liking to you.
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"content": "\"Wait, what?!\" \n\nHis voice reached a shrill peak the likes of which had never been uttered by someone with any residual testosterone. He stood, dumbfounded, clumsily trying to lift the gigantic book pulsating with blue energy. \n\nBetween the arcs of blue light and the slowly fading mist, a short petite figure stood. She was about 5'1 and had dull blue skin with a pair of shimmering amber eyes. Her hair was cut into a traditionally punk style and her tail twitched anxiously, swaying to and fro along the carpeted floor. \n\n\"I am a pain succubi...get it?! Not a lust demon! You idiot humans, you always read the runes wrong, summon the wrong goddamn demon and then I spend another night watching you get high and curse at each other over a strenuous game of mario kart,\" she trailed off looking down at the ground. Bending to her knees, she pointed at a specific rune. \"See, SEE! The sparking means you didn't draw it out right. For fuck's sakes the book says you should have some experience in calligraphy, did you not read the instructions?!\"\n\nBrendan's torso now switched from his usual scoliosis-esque posture to a more defensive stance. \n\n\"Well...well shit! I knew I did it wrong. It's always something...I always fuck up on SOMETHING.\" \n\nHe looked over and saw that her face had softened a bit. The dimly lit scales shimmered between each movement of her head as she walked to him. \n\n\"You know, we can still try and make it work. I mean, the punk look is a bit weird, not something I usually get with humans, but I guess that's more on the book reading your subconscious than anything. As for your desires...I'm usually the one dishing out the pain in these scenarios, Bren...Brendun? However you pronounce your name. Anyway, since I'm here for the rest of the night, I might as well as indulge you.\"\n\n\"You don't enjoy losing control? Being the one who get dominated?\"\n\n\"It's more complicated than that. We're all bred to thrive on certain essences, mine just happens to be the essence produced when another creature experiences some degree of sensual pain. I've ac5tually come to like the sensation...the feeling...the screams...\"\n\nBrendan watched her quizzically as he body seemed to vibrate and glow a throbbing blue. A scent filled the room, something akin to teriyaki but sweeter. He looked down noticing a few glimmering droplets forming across the crevice of her shaved vagina. She was definitely getting turned on. \n\n\"I-I s-see...so, why don't you lay on the bed, okay?\" He stuttered a little.\n\nShe turned and faced him, giggling slightly as she walked away, a certain sway in her hips as her tail flowed the opposite of each rising hip. She slithered on to his tiny dorm room bed and turned around on her back, giving him a \"come hither\" motion with her finger. \n\nHe followed along, smirking a bit before leaning over the bed. He stopped a moment and knelt down retrieving a set of four cloths, long and violet in color. His long fingers danced along the fabric as he stretched it out in front of her, mimicking a magician. Smiling, he quickly tied her ankle to one of the bed posts, and then secured the other letting his fingertips run along her smooth ankles as he watched her body pulse at his touch. \n\nHe moved up, holding himself up as he gently grabbed her right wrist and stretched it. The violet fabric hung from his mouth as he situated himself over her, knees stretched and propping him up over her torso. He pulled the third piece form his mouth and secured her right wrist to the bed post, tying it firm and even leaving a brisk kiss along the flesh of her wrist. \n\nAt this point he could tell the initial thrill had left her. She seemed to be getting restless as he tied her left wrist to the left bed post and slid off the bed. \n\n\"Are you sure you're okay with this?\"\n\n\"I...I'm not sure. It's d-different, but I'm feeling a new warmth in my body...I seem to be reacting to this, it's strange.\"\n\nHe smiled, the ruse seemed to be working. \n\nLeaning forward, he stretched one hand up along her stomach, fingers outstretched and caressing the contours of her body before \nreaching her throat. He gently enclosed his long nimble fingers around it, pushing her head back. He could hear her gasp as the folds along her vagina stiffened and fluttered, shimmering blue. He inhaled her scent eagerly before dipping his head down against her crotch.\n\nHis tongue slipped out, gently teasing the bud that seemed to grow larger and larger by the second. Every swirl of his tongue caused her body to shudder and lift as a sordid range of cries echoed out. His grip tightened a bit more as his tongue slipped down along the folds and finally into her. He couldn't believe the taste, the glimmering blue dew was even sweeter than it smelled and he gratefully lapped up every drop.\n\n\"Oooh-fu-fuck, don't s-stop!\" She gurgled, hands gripping the cloths as her body bucked upwards.\n\nTo be continued...(Sorry, just had limited time and wanted to continue later)\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] The room of requirement is used for many things indeed, but you never thought it could be used for sex, until one day...
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"content": "-1- \nIt was snowing. It had been snowing for a fortnight and I was sick of it. Thanks to Flying lessons, Astronomy practicals, walking to Care of Magical Creatures, and my extra work in the gardens for Herbology, I had spent every single day outside. It was grey, cold, dark, wet, and utterly miserable. Normally, the Hufflepuff common room was warm enough to make me feel better. Yellow walls, gold-coloured wood, large fireplaces - it had been my sanctuary during my first four winters at Hogwarts. \n\nBut that winter in my fifth year, the common room windows showed only the dismal weather, and not even the fireplaces could warm me up. I had just left Divination, having witnessed Professor Trelawney predict another three weeks of storms and grey skies. This was such a depressing thought that I had given up on doing any homework for the rest of the day. I paced back and forth in the corridor. Maybe the kitchens would be warm enough - those ovens had to heat the room up, right? Maybe the library would be bearable. Maybe I should just go back to my common room. Gods I was cold. I hadn't even left the seventh floor, I was so caught up in my misery. 'I just want it to be summer,' I thought, over and over, 'I just want it to be sunny and light and green again.'\n\nI had finally decided to try my luck in the kitchens when I turned around and saw the door. It hadn't been there a minute ago, but this was Hogwarts. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'Maybe it will lead outside and I'll finally freeze to death and won't have to feel cold anymore.' \n\nTo my delight, it did lead outside. Well, it lead to a small conservatory. The room was lightly decorated, with sun lounges and patio tables and wind chimes and potted plants and huge stained glass windows. And outside, it was summer. The sun was shining. Some green ivy was growing up the windows. I was used to the inside and outside of Hogwarts not matching up, so I didn't question it. I just basked in it.\n\nI spent nearly every afternoon that winter up in that room, curling up in the warm sunlight, drinking tea. I didn't know it was the Room of Requirement then, of course. I just walked up and down the seventh floor corridor and wished for my door into summer.\n\n\n-2- \nIt was a month before the Yule Ball. I had found the courage to ask out the cute Ravenclaw in my Charms class, ordered dress robes, and found a library book on how to waltz. Now I just needed to practice. I had tried clearing the common room, pushing back all the chairs and sofas to give me space, but Hogwarts seemed to disagree with me. Every time I turned around, the furniture moved back into place. Frustrated, I went up to the seventh floor.\n\nI hadn't needed my door into summer often in my sixth year, thanks to an unusually mild winter. As I walked past that ugly troll tapestry, I decided there was probably enough space in the conservatory to practice my waltzing. I opened the door when it appeared. \n\nTo my delight, the conservatory had been replaced with a ballroom. Well, a small ballroom. The floor was white marble, and the dark wood walls were hung with silk garlands and lamps. Somewhere, somehow, waltz music was playing. Mentally thanking Hogwarts, I pulled out the library book. It flew out of my hands, opened up to the page on basic steps, and hung in the air in front of me. \n\nFootprints glowed on the marble floor, matching the book's illustrations, and I stepped into them.\n\nI spent nearly every afternoon that month in the ballroom, practising different dances, gaining confidence in my body. By the time I was standing in front of my date, surrounded by our fellow students, I knew exactly what to do. The Yule Ball went brilliantly, and when my feet were finally too tired to dance anymore, I found out that Ravenclaws were apparently really good at finding dark corners to snog in.\n\n-3- \nIt was nearly the end of my seventh year. I had just turned 18, and my friends - sensible and practical Hufflepuffs - had celebrated it brilliantly. A group of us had gotten permission to go to Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. Each of my friends led the way into a shop and ordered me to pick my favourite item from the shelves, which they then purchased for me. It was a lot of fun, and I ended up with a ridiculous feathered hat, a box of edible rocks, and a quill that wrote with glow-in-the-dark ink, along with a few other gifts. \n\nWe had over-indulged in firewhisky, as seventh-years are wont to do, and returned to the castle in a giggling group. When we separated in the common room, I had the sudden brilliant idea to go to my special room.\n\nI didn't have a specific need in mind, so as I walked unsteadily up and down the corridor, I just thought about how much fun it had been going into those shops and picking out the perfect presents for my eighteenth birthday.\n\nThe door appeared and I went in, wondering what kind of shop Hogwarts thought I needed to go into.\n\nTo my delight, the room was lined with shelves holding interesting looking boxes. Well, some boxes, some books, some potion bottles. I opened one of the books and then shut it immediately, blushing and looking around furtively. Assuring myself I was alone, I cautiously re-opened the book. The witch on the page winked at me, then went back to stroking her hands down her naked body. I flipped through the pages, my mouth dry. On one page, a witch in nothing but high heels was facing away from me, then bent over and grinned at me from between her legs. On another page, two wizards were half out of their robes, rubbing oil into each other's muscled backs. \n\nI picked up another book. This one was similarly illustrated - with a new theme. I saw a pretty witch riding a centaur, who then stopped and reared up, revealing an impressive cock. I flipped forwards and found just a picture of a beach. Then the drawing changed, and a siren swam up out of the waves. I could almost hear her singing to me. A couple pages on, a beautiful woman transformed into a werewolf.\n\nI could feel myself getting turned on. Holding the books in my arms, I looked around and saw a low sofa. Dumping the books, I went over to the other shelves. I opened a couple of the boxes, barely recognising the contents. I was pretty sure what they were for, however, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to need toys that night. I opened one of the potions instead. It was filled with a thin oil that smelled vaguely pleasant. It reminded me of the Amortentia we had brewed in Potions the previous year, and I eagerly carried the glass vial back to the sofa. \n\nThere, I lay back among the soft cushions and opened my robes. I poured some of the oil onto one hand and reached between my legs. I charmed the books to float in front of me, so I could gesture at them with just one hand to turn the pages. I started with the Beings/Beasts book, flipping to the handsome centaur page. \n\nThe pretty witch was wearing loose robes which flapped open as they rode through a forest. The centaur stopped running, reared, showing off again, then trotted onto the next page. I turned the page eagerly, my hand stroking the oil slowly between my legs. The centaur was standing in a grove, and the witch was leaning forward, her breasts pressed against his back, whispering in his ear. He was grinning up at me, staring out of the book. Then she slipped off his back, her hands running through his mane. She stroked down his human torso, to the line of fur where the horse began. She drew out his human cock and then turned to look out of the book, smiling up at me. Then the centaur walked forward, rearing up so he could put his front legs up on a boulder, revealing his horse cock. The witch reached around to stroke that too, then smiled up at me and gestured to each. I reached out and tapped the page. The witch nodded and began to fondle the cock I had chosen. I watched open-mouthed as she used her hands and mouth and magic to get him off, while the centaur reached between her legs and fingered her. They both reached a visually impressive orgasm, which pushed me over the edge as well.\n\nI spent nearly every evening in that room for the rest of the year, lying on the sofa, playing with myself. One of the books was a detailed guide to group sex. One of the books was a spelltome, from which I learned a charm to make it feel like my hand was someone else's. One of the potions increased the number of orgasms I could reach in a session. It was everything a student of magic could possibly require before they went out into the world. \n\n-4- \nIt was the last day of my seventh year. I went to say good-bye to the Room before the graduation ceremony. I'm sure my fellow students thought my satisfied expression was due to my joy at having graduated with such good test scores, but, well. You know better. ; )\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] (Harry Potter, within the first three books) Ginny doesn't ACTUALLY love Harry, she's just pretending because of a curse. She's actually madly in love with Draco Malfoy, describe their first time.
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"content": ">He grabs her in Diagon Alley, pulling her into a narrow alleyway behind Gringotts. \"You're mine, Ginevra,\" he growls, pushing her against the stone wall, \"Don't you ever forget that.\" \n\nArthur Weasley signed the parchment and handed it over to his wife. She signed it and handed it back to Dumbledore, who thanked them gravely. \"We can complete the magical binding when the moon rises tonight, but now, legally, Ginevra Weasley belongs to Harry Potter.\"\n\n>\"I seem to have belonged to many men,\" she whispers, \"My hand was given away and my soul was stolen away. What makes you think you can claim me now?\"\n\nThe little boy looked up at the adults, his green eyes wide. The little girl, not even three months old, was swaddled in blankets at his side. Dumbledore read an ancient scroll to the assembled witches and wizards. \n\n\"Harry Potter is the last son of the Potter Family, and despite his mother's birth, the old laws hold him as pure-blood. Ginevra Weasley is the last daughter of the Weasley Family, and is pure-blood. This pure-blood betrothal ceremony will be magically binding.\" He looked tenderly down at the children and sighed. \"I would not call on magic this old unless it was deeply necessary, but I am afraid it is. We must ensure Harry Potter's safety, on every level we can. Our plans will use the bond of blood that his mother's death provided, but I do not think that is enough. Ginevra Weasley is a seventh child, which will confer great and ancient gifts to her and her magical partner.\" \n\n\"We understand, Albus,\" said Molly Weasley.\n\n\"And you, Sirius? Minerva? You are representing Harry's guardians in this ceremony, you must decide for yourselves that this is in his best interests.\" \n\nBoth adults nodded, and held out their wands. Dumbledore knelt beside the children and took Harry's hand in his. The toddler cried out as Dumbledore drew his wand across his palm, leaving a shallow cut. The old wizard did the same to the baby girl, drawing a single drop of blood from both and then holding their palms together. \n\n\"Now,\" he commanded, and the other four adults began chanting. The gold light of their magic flowed out from their wands, surrounding the two children, binding them and their magic together.\n\n>\"Many men?\" he hisses, \"None of those men will lay a hand on you again, Ginevra. No man but me will ever touch you again.\"\n\nGinny grew up knowing that she belonged to Harry Potter. Obligation and hero-worship took the place of love, but she didn't question her fate. When she arrived at Hogwarts she didn't know whether she was more excited about spending her days with lessons or with Harry - in her young mind, both were part of growing up and becoming a powerful witch.\n\nShe told her new-found diary as much, and the boy-in-the-book wrote back. He sympathised, he understood, he cared. She would have thought herself half in-love with him, except that of course she belonged with Harry. Always Harry. Tom seemed to understand, though, especially when she told him about Voldemort's defeat. [He must be a very powerful wizard, to have killed the Dark Lord as a child] Tom wrote. {Yes} wrote Ginny {Mum says that's why she let me be betrothed, 'cause I'm going to be a powerful witch} [Power belongs with power] wrote Tom, and Ginny could almost hear him saying it in her head.\n\nA month later, she really could hear him in her head. The boy-in-the-book was no longer confined to the book, and she knew him as well as he knew her by now. Tom was obsessed with power. Power over the school, power over the basilisk, power over mudbloods, power over her. He wandered casually through her mind, haunting her nightmares and her daydreams. In her sleep, she heard him laughing at her. \"You're mine, Ginny Weasley. Pretty, silly, Ginny. Your soul is mine now. **Mine**.\"\n\nShe tried to get rid of the book, to drown Tom Riddle's voice, but it came back to haunt her. She ended up on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets, feeling her power leach out of her. She tried to fight it, to hold onto her magic. *Mine*, she thought, *all my power. I'm supposed to be a powerful witch. He can't take this from me. I won't let him.* But the handsome ghost was growing more and more solid and her eyes were closing.\n \nThen Harry arrived. The Boy-Who-Lived, the Saviour of the Wizarding World, the Heir to Gryffindor. He slew the Basilisk and then stabbed the book, her hero, her betrothed, her true love. \n\nBut he was too late for Ginny. Her experience had given her new ideas, just as it had taken her soul. She had finally claimed her power for her own, and deep inside she couldn't forget that she had finally thought of herself as her own witch. Tom Riddle - Lord Voldemort - had stolen her soul, had possessed her, had considered her worthy of conquest. Harry Potter had barely looked at her, hadn't recognised her power, her love. The spell was broken - her mind no longer belonged to him.\n\nBut the Bond - the curse - still held. Her magic and body and future still belonged to him.\n\n>His hands are on the wall next to her head, trapping her in his arms. She doesn't try to escape, just stares back up at him. \"So those men will not claim me again. I ask again, what makes you think you can claim me now?\"\n\nShe kept her new independence hidden, though. Her older brothers were watching, ensuring her loyalty to her betrothed. So she went to his Quidditch games, dressed up in his colours, cheered at his victories, and let her eyes wander.\n\nThat was how she noticed Draco Malfoy. She knew who he was, of course, but only as Harry's rival. She'd only ever spoken to him in order to defend Harry against Slytherin insults. Now, she saw him as so much more. His Quidditch skills were now evidence of his athleticism, his insults showed off his quick wit. When she remembered his duels with Harry during Lockhart's Duelling Club, she recognised his talent at charms and summoning.\n\nDetermined to live up to her destiny as a Seventh Child, Ginny had been pushing herself to do advanced coursework. She was secretly delighted to hear that Malfoy excelled in Potions and Charms. Eventually he and Hermione were her only academic rivals, and she longed to test herself against him.\n\nShe joined the Quidditch team as soon as possible, and quickly grew to love the freedom and exhilaration that the broom gave her. She was a brilliant flyer and an aggressive Chaser; and occasionally a bad winner, gloating over her victories.\n\n>\"The power within me claims the power within you, Ginevra. I am a very powerful wizard and you do so love power.\"\n\nShe confronted Malfoy after a game, furious at the Slytherin Beaters' cheating. When the fight turned physical, their teammates pulled them apart, but she shouted \"I can take you, Malfoy! Wizard's duel! I challenge you!\" and when he looked like he was going to refuse, another Gryffindor called out \"Scared, Malfoy? Of a fourth-year?\"\n\nHe sent an owl at dinner, with the time and place. She met him on top of the Astronomy Tower at midnight, and they fought a vicious duel. They'd agreed to the usual limits - no Dark spells, nothing they hadn't learned in school - and then both promptly ignored those limits and attacked each other for real. Ginny was laughing, dancing around the tower, shimmering with a shield spell, her red hair on fire from Malfoy's hex, when Malfoy truly realised she was something special.\n\nThey finally called a truce after several hexes had destroyed bricks in the Tower's walls, and Malfoy had used a Dark spell that Ginny hadn't recognised but admired as it began to eat through the stonework like acid. They collapsed, panting, on the floor. \"You're really something, Weasley,\" said Malfoy. \"I know,\" she said, \"Call me Ginevra.\" \"I thought your friends called you Ginny?\" \"They do.\" He laughed and said \"Call me Draco.\"\n\nThey met up regularly, to duel and compare spells. Draco brought Dark Arts tomes from the Malfoy Manor library, and Ginny showed him how to break into the Forbidden Section in the Hogwarts Library. They would lie on the floor after a duel, panting, complimenting and insulting each other, eventually talking about their lives. Within a year they knew they were in love."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College freshman wants to fuck her science professor...
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"content": "Walking into my chemistry class for the beginning of the year, I was eager to get it out of the way. It was never a very strong suit of mine, but I seemed to do just fine regardless of that. I lived just off of campus, close enough to walk and generally was put together. There wasn't a man in my life, but I had started trying to get a date without much success. The type of guy in science isn't all they're cracked up to be... I mean, sure they're nice, but they don't have much skill in the romance department. It just never stuck, and I hadn't considered that it might be something about me that was missing in my life.\n\nEveryone sat down, various electronics in hand ready to take notes, record.. the whole 9 yards. Getting comfortable in my chair, I scoped out the classroom and made small talk with some of the guys there. It was then that a stern, yet calming female voice caught my attention.\n\n\"Hello Everyone! Quiet down please!\" She said, as she gathered her notes and set her things up. \n\n\"Oh sh-t..\" I whisper quietly, as I straighten up. My eyes still haven't hit the front of the room, seeing the beautiful figure teaching the class. As the introductory portion continues, I raise my head and it happens. My heart flutters and I take in a small gasp. Snapping out of it quickly, I think to myself *did anyone notice me there?! I must've looked like a deer in headlights...* as my cheeks redden. My thoughts continue racing *she's beautiful..wait.. am I into women? no.. it can't be...*.\n\n\"Um, Excuse me, miss.. are you ok?\" The voice says.\n\nSnapping out of my haze again, my mind grinds to a halt. \"YES! I'm fine!\" I shout out at a volume I didn't expect. My eyes dart around the room wondering who saw me. As my eyes wander, heads quickly change direction back to the front of the room. \n\n\"Just making sure... You seemed a bit stuck there for a second.\" She says reassuringly.\n\n\"You too, huh?\" A male voice beside me says. \".. She's really something, isn't she?\"\n\n\"What?\" I reply.\n\n\"She's stunning... \" he says, trailing off. \"Oh.. uh.. name's Mike by the way.\"\n\n\"Amy.\" I reply shortly. \"Yes, she's really put together.\"\n\n\"Word around the campfire is that she's not into guys... real shame, honestly\" he says, almost defeated. Those words resonate with me though.\n\n\"Really?\" I say with an unexpected amount of joy. *ahem* \"Uh.. really?\" I say adjusting, and clearing my throat.\n\n\"Yeah... A buddy of mine saw her in a coffee shop with a date once. He didn't believe it at first, but they held hands, and kissed by the end of it.\"\n\nThe thought sits with me as my view of our professor dwells into sexual thoughts. I try to distract myself, and immediately pick up the syllabus that was handed out. Ms. Veronica Jones. The top of the page reads. \n\n\"See you next week!\" The professor says as she starts packing up her things. \n\n*was I really out for that long?!* I thought to myself. *I know.. I'll go talk to her.. make up for earlier and get her office hours.. be proactive, Amy!* I get up and walk down the steps. \"Ms. Jones!\" I call out. \"Can I speak to you for a second?\"\n\n\"Sure, hun..\" She says sweetly, looking down at her papers, not having seen me yet. \"I was just..\" She looks back at me and our eyes lock... like some sort of movie scene, we both react, and straighten ourselves up. \"I.. was.. just going to get everything together, and you got me right on time!\" She says. \n\n\"I'm Amy.. I was the daydreamer in class today\" I say extending my hand. \"I just wanted to apologize..\"\n\nOur hands meet, and we shake hands getting lost in eachother's gaze again. \"So.. I'll see you next week!\" she says.\n\n\"... Can't it be sooner?\" I ask myself under my breath.\n\n\"... Do you want it to be?\" She responds.\n\nRealizing what had just happened, I pick up my things nervously and say \"Um.. nothing.. I .. I'll see you next week!\" I make a bee-line for the door and find a quiet place to catch myself. \"She's fucking gorgeous...\" I say to myself. \"Do.... Am I... attracted to her?!\" I ask myself, confused. \"I... think I am..\" I say, coming to terms with it, biting my lip.\n\nShe remains on my mind constantly, until the next class. I've lost track of the number of times I've touched myself this last week over it. Men are completely gone from my mind as partners, and women become my focus. \"Get it together, Amy... you can do this..\" I chant to myself as I get ready to go into class. \n\nI look up her office hours and quickly book a time, because the thoughts in my mind are out of control. *Maybe I can just poke the bear... see what she thinks*\n\nThe appointment comes up, and I walk nervously to her office. Coming up on it, I see the door open and some students lined up outside. My turn comes up, and I take a seat. \n\n\"What's up, Amy?\" She says, with all of the awkwardness from earlier absent.\n\n\"I.. just... Can I close the door for a sec?\" I ask. She nods, and I swing it shut. \"I love your class, but I'm having a bit of trouble concentrating.\" I say as my eyes wander down her body, then back up.\n\nWith a brief sigh, she says softly \"Amy...\" as she puts her hand on mine. \"I knew it from the time I saw you in the back that there was something special about you... It's just that... I... can't... with a student\" \n\nMy heart instantly sinks.. but something comes over me, and I lean in and kiss her softly. To my delight she doesn't move away... in fact, she comes closer and I feel her soft hands on my face. In her embrace, she slides a note into my hand and whispers in my ear.. \"Meet me there... tonight\"\n\nAs if I was a deer in headlights, I sat there for a second processing what just happened. I quickly open the door and shuffle out. Once I'm a safe distance, I open up the note. \n\n> Hilton Suites, Room 805. 10pm. Come alone.\n\nThe time comes and I'm almost soaking through my panties with anticipation. I knock on the door softly, and it opens to Ms. Jones. She pulls me into the room, locks the door and pins me up against the door on the inside. Eyes locked, She kisses me passionately and I moan immediately. We undress, and walk further into the room. Completely naked now, she buries her face between my legs and I cum with orgasm after orgasm. My body spasms with pleasure from the feel of her tongue. She climbs on top of me, and her fingers find my pussy. I reach down and play with hers... my hand gets covered in her juices immediately. With a free hand, I play with her breast and suck on her nipple. We cum at the same time, screaming loudly, having had tremendous orgasms.\n\nA sound rips through the air, as my alarm clock blares, and I wake up in bed breathing heavily, and sweating with a wet spot at my crotch. Staring at the ceiling, I lay there... \"I want her...\" I mutter quietly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A dystopian society dedicaded to efficiency. As soon as the men get home from war, they lay down in rows and let the women begin impregnating themselves with the men.
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"content": "In this place, War had become a routine. So many Men sent out, and so few brought back. The Replacement Initiative... they called it. A program where Men returning in good enough form are taken to a building where they're used as nothing more than a means to aid the replacement of soldiers.\n\nDedicated to efficiency, every batch of men and women were carefully selected carefully to have the best chances of a normal birth. Males were fed into the military system, and Females were raised with the others and, if they fit, were fed into the program to be used for breeding. \n\nThe men were given a drug that gave them massive erections and made them docile. After that they were led into the facility which had just enough space for the men to lie down, and to save space, couldn't lie flat and instead had to have their knees bent and feet touching the floor.\n\nI approached the compound for my shift, and getting closer to the building the moans grew louder. The visceral sounds of pleasure from these women... some of whom lived to be able to breed. A fetish turned to reality. I knew it was something to behold, and it never ceased to bring about feelings of pleasure within myself. The stale smell of sex, and the glazed over looks of the Men as I walked in was as much disturbing as it was intriguing.\n\n\"OH.. OH... OHHHHHH\" A Woman screamed as she erupted in orgasm along with the Man she was taking advantage of. A glowing look on her face, and cum mixed with her own juices, drip down her leg. She turns to me and winks.\n\nI speed up, and hurry to my post in the Maternity Ward. Impregnated women who are taken care of from the moment a pregnancy is detected, and observed until they give Birth. 12 New Births today... I read on the ledger.. 10 Males, 2 Females. In this place, I find my tranquility since the birthing rooms are all made sound proof.\n\nAmong the workers, a sex ring has been established since we witness it regularly in the main halls. We signal to eachother when the way is clear. We secure a birthing room where nobody will hear us. The sounds of our pleasure are never heard, so we don't refrain from anything. It's my turn... and it's been weeks..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've always been a bit of a closet size queen, now for the first time you're faced with a real monster cock, how will you handle it?
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"content": "Why did I go on this camping trip?\n\nOh yeah! I didn't have a damn choice... fuckin' school camps... year 12 and still no choice as to going on them...\n\nBetter introduce myself or you'll have no clue who I am... my name's Kayla (though my friends just call me \"Kay\") and i'm a closet queen for size... \n\nNow, you may be wondering what I mean, after all the big ones do exist... they don't work for me... it's just still too small for my real liking...\n\nI mean BIG ones... sizes attributed to monsters like the Minotaur and the... ah... I forget he name... uh... those half-man half-horse things... yeah those\n\nBut, as one may expect, this is kinda sorta a pipe dream (heheh)... so it's just a closet desire satiated only by certain... toys... for devients like me...\n\nOh go on... call me a closet freak... I don't care if you do, we all have our more secret desires and is it really that bad to falsly indulge in them?\n\nEither way, that's me in a nutshell, a bad nutshell but a nutshell nonetheless. So i've been forced onto a camp out in the middle of bumfuck (foreshadowing? What's that?) nowhere\n\nI was awoken by a sudden thump outside the tent, followed by what sounded like a deeper wolf growl. Curiosity got the better of me and I gently parted the tent to peek out at the shape. It looked vaguely human, but it was hard to see...\n\nThere was another thump from somewhere to the left, my head shot around to see what looked like a squirrel dash into the bush... I didn't see the furred fist rushing at my head...\n\n--------------------------------------------\n\nTo be continued... sorry..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Dr. Clayton Forrester and Dr. Laurence Erhardt are at it again! This time launching their naïve secretary Emily from Gizmonic to a dildo shaped station called *The Satellite of Lust*. From Deep 13 they force Emily to watch old porn videos downloaded from Usenet!
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"content": "This is what I got for now, need to find an actual old porno to riff in text form in a bit to carry on:\n\n\nIn the not too distant future, in another reality, they sent up a different person: Emily the secretary! If you're wondering how she keeps herself sane, and other cool facts, remember that this is just porn, you should really just relax! \nShe does it with the help of her robot friends she built from scraps!\n\nSEXBOT ROLLCALL!\n\nCumbot!\n\nJack Hammer!\n\nCROOOOWWW!\n\nTo keep her busy they send her up, old USBs, containing old porno flicks, from the Nineties!\n\nMystery Science Theatre, 6969!\n\n---\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are sitting at the dining table with your family when all of you suddenly get cloned inexplicably. As your family looks in shock at their other identical selves, you look at your own double. And you have to admit... you look kinda hot.
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"content": "\"Lucy, I don't really think this spell is going to work..\" I said nervously. I glanced in the pot where she was mixing ingredients, adding a pinch of this or that occasionally.\n\n \"Don't be such a fairy.\" She teased me, \"I've measure all of their Lust levels and they are pretty fucking high. Trust me.\" The witch winked at me. I just shivered under her casual acceptance. But when she began chanting and indicated it was my turn, I gave in rather easily and began chanting as well.\n\nMy mind drifted as I intoned the words I'd memorized, my eyes glancing at Lucy, wearing a nearly translucent blue dress. She was barefoot, toes clinching into the dirt. Her eyes were overwhelming red as she stared at some fixed point in space, seeing more in her mind than body. We were using her magic, after all.\n\nBut soon, the magic pulled my own vision and I saw a human family sitting down to eat. And the spell completed and a set of complete copies of the entire family popped into existence.\n\nThe family stared at their doppelgängers. Almost instantly, the Lust inherent in the magical clones pulled to the Lust within the family.\n\n---\n\nJust a little experiment. I might continue this some other day. ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every few years, a lycanthropic tribe sends down their women when they come of age. They go off on killing sprees until they are beaten in combat, in which case they take the victor back to the tribe and enter marriage. One has targeted you
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"content": "The wind stings my eyes as I run through the brush, finding my path by the moonlight. I can feel the fire coursing through my veins, lighting up every nerve ending in my body to heighten my senses and push me onward. I'm alone, the others have followed their instincts in other directions. That's just part of our tradition, each female must find her alpha on her own. It has always been this way, since before anyone can remember. My ancestors blood is strong, and I can feel my excitement growing. I've already defeated a dozen men, seeking out a stronger opponent with each victory. I smile as I savor the taste of their defeat. I'm still wearing their blood, I can't stop until I find the one who can defeat me. \n\nSlowing down, I approach the edge of the town. Something feels different. This feeling, is it a smell, or am I imagining it? Deep breathes, concentrating, swinging my snout back and forth, trying to pin point the source. Swirls of sensation rise in my loins, my muscles twitching in anticipation. Is he here, the man who can defeat me, my alpha? \n\nI almost didn't hear him lunge for me until it was too late, I was too wrapped up in the intoxicating smell. His blade nicks my ribs as I leap out of the way. I growl menacingly as I bare my teeth at this fool. How dare he attack me? Does he not know what I am, and what he just implied?? It's unheard of for a human male to attack first, the Lycan females are supposed to seek out their mate, not the other way around. I will rip this imbecile to shreds slowly so he can think about his mistake as he bleeds to death. He's brandishing a short rapier, and wearing minimal armor. This will be a simple execution.\n\nLeaping with intent, I spread my ferocious jaws to sink my teeth into his shoulder. Quickly ducking, he throws his arm up and across and deflects my attack in one quick move. I'm on my feet and lunging again before the dust settles, settling on pure strength and brutality to defeat my opponent. My anger rises as he again dodges and redirects my attack. If he wanted to fight me why isn't he utilizing his sword? Why did he come alone, why didn't he bring a better weapon? My thoughts are flying as we tussle, seeking out a weak point in his defense. Left, no. Right, no. Damn it, nothings working! My rage is boiling over, I don't have time for this! \n\nI finally get past his block, and bite down on his bicep. He falls back as my momentum slams into his arm, I brace myself to start shredding his flesh, when I realize HE is the source of the smell. The scent that brought me to this village is his, he must have been upwind of me when he was stalking me earlier. My gaze shoots over to meet his, it's only taken a split second for me to recognize his musk. For the first time since he attacked, I am graced by a sliver of emotion from this strange man. He smiles, and bashes me between the eyes with the handle of his rapier, the force enough to release my jaws and stun me. Throwing my body to the side he rolls away to his feet. I scramble to get up, shaking off the blow and bracing for him to attack.\n\nCould he really be the one?\n\nI launch myself at him with renewed vigor, if he thinks he can be my alpha he'll have to prove it. He's ready for me, and grabs me by the trunk and throws me on the ground. A rough hand grabs my scruff, burying my nose in the ground. Despite my struggles, his grip stays strong. My desperation increases, my attempts are less strategic and more frantic. I've never been defeated, even back home when sparring for entertainment with my peers. Suddenly a shadow flashed past my eyes, what was that?!\n\nHe yanks a muzzle snugly onto my face, and roughly fastens the buckle. He releases his grip and I try to bolt, I can rip this insult off later. I get about eight feet before I nearly flip over backwards. As I regain my feet, I look back at him. He's gripping a thick rope in both hands, leading to my muzzle. \n\nI sit down, and I wait. We stare each other down, waiting for the other to make the next move. About twenty minutes go by, the only sound our breathing and the first songbirds as the sun begins to rise on the horizon. It's been a long night, I haven't eaten since the previous day. Soon, I will change into my human form, and this restraint will be useless. He can't see past this ludicrous muzzle, but a smirk forms at the sides of my mouth. Didn't think of that, did you? That's what makes my tribe so powerful, we are not merely human or merely wolves, but the best of both. \n\nMy body begins to change, becoming slender, feminine. If my change alone doesn't stun him, my human form will definitely stop him in his tracks. My skin is smooth and pale, contrasting with my dark, thick hair and red eyes. The only color on my body is the soft pink of my areolas and mouth. I am tall, and have a large butt and small breasts, my form is athletic. My wide hips frame my pussy well, with my soft but thick pubic hairs. As my transformation becomes complete, he is still standing, watching. Enjoying the show, huh? Not for long. I flip my hair, and drop the now useless muzzle to the ground. \n\n\"You lose.\"\n\nI turn to walk away and make my way home, when he finally speaks for the first time. \n\n\"It's not over yet.\"\n\nHe's upon me in an instant, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me into the nearby woods. His burly arms wrestle me to the ground in the soft loam, and he puts me on my hands and knees. Quicker than I thought, I feel his manhood pressing into my pussy lips. It feels a little wet, it's dripping precum, and it's already hard. He's taking a moment to enjoy the feel of my pussy lips on the head of his cock, dragging it up and down my slit. With a little extra push, he slips inside, burying his cock deep inside me. He's thrusting quickly with intent, grunting with pleasure. My anger melts away as I realize I can feel my orgasm building, his cock is quite large for a human. My hips begin to rock back and forth of their own accord, grinding into the sensations. With a gasp, my back arches and I'm shaking with how hard I'm cumming. I can't fight it, he is my alpha. He has won. I'm still cumming when I feel a wave of wetness flood my pussy, he's filling me with his cum as one final act of dominance. The cum fills every nook and cranny of my interior, then overflows onto the forest floor. I still don't know who he is, but he has defeated me in a way I didn't know was possible. I'm panting hard, sweaty from the struggle. He has pulled out and rocked back, letting go of my hair. I don't wait for his instruction, I just follow my instincts and lick his cock clean while he catches his breath. The taste of my cum and his is inter-mingled in my mouth as I take my time to lick every inch of him clean, paying special attention to the balls that just filled me. \n\nWhen he stands up I also rise, waiting quietly while he adjusts himself. He throws a cloak at me, and I put it on without resistance. I feel a wave of relief flood over me, I have found my alpha. I now exist to serve him, and service his cock. He calmly approaches me, and brushes a lock of hair out of my face. \n\n\"Lead me to our tribe, she-wolf.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been changed into a girl, and go to a bar to drink and de-stress. Some members of the college football team invite you to drink with them...
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"content": "I sighed as I swallowed another mouthful of beer, my eyes glued to the bar in front of me. I could hear the other patrons all around me, yelling, laughing, having a good time. \n\nIt just served to make me feel worse. It had been 3 days, and I still couldn't figure out how to change myself back to normal. \n\nGone was the 5'11 guy with short brown hair and a toned body from years of swimming. Somehow, inexplicably, I had been completely transformed. My face and body had softened, losing basically all of my definition. My hair had grown down to my shoulder blades, I had lost 7 inches of height, and my dick.\n\nAnd I had gained a rather curvy figure. D cup breasts, according to the girl at the lingerie section of the local Wal-Mart. My hips and ass were just as attention grabbing. I had been turned into a real stunner, for sure. \n\nThe only thing that had carried over from my real body was that all of my body hair was shaved. Before, it had given the impression that I was a competitive swimmer. Now? Now it carried...other connotations. \n\nI swallowed the last of my beer and let out another sigh. Should I have another? 2 in and I was already feeling it. Another complaint about this body.\n\nWhile I was trying to make my decision, someone slid up to the bar next to me, waving for the bartenders attention. I looked at him and recognized him instantly. Jeff, one of the football players from my university. He looked toward me, smiled, then looked back to the bartender. Only for a second though. His attention shot back to me quickly, a look of concern on his face. \n\n\"You okay?\" \n\nI opened my mouth, but no reply came out. Not instantly, anyway. After a moment, I finally got one out. \"Not really. Rough few days.\" \n\n\"No shit? And you're sitting here alone? Unacceptable.\" he said. The bartender came over and Tom nodded. \"4 shots, please.\" He then turned back to me. \"Me and my two friends over there?\" \n\nHe pointed and I looked to a table where I saw two more jocks. Bill and Ken, also football players. \"We're actually out tonight consoling ourselves as well. Lost a big game, blew our chances at a championship. Misery loves company, yeah? Come have some drinks with us.\" \n\nI started to shake my head, but Jeff just stared at me. \"Is sitting here alone gonna make you feel any better than venting with us? Besides, we'll make it worth your time. It'll be cheaper getting plowed with us than on your own.\"\n\nI actually laughed at that, a bit. He had a point. Pitchers split between 4 people would be cheaper than drinks by myself. Maybe it was the 2 beers, but it didn't seem like an awful idea. \n\n\"Okay, you win. I'll come have a few drinks.\" \n\n\"Right on.\" Jeff said, grabbing the shot glasses and leading me over to the table. \n\n\"Bill, Ken, I come bearing drinks and companionship.\" Jeff said as he sat down next to Ken. I took the remaining seat, next to Bill. \"This is...uh, shit. Didn't catch your name.\" \n\n\"Chris.\" I said. \n\n\"Nice to meet you, Chris.\" Ken said. \n\n\"A pleasure.\" Bill added.\n\n\"Right, we've all had a tough week, apparently.\" Jeff said, placing shots in front of each of us. \"To forgetting our troubles, even for a night?\" \n\nMurmurs of agreement sounded from each of us, and we each knocked our shots back. I blinked a few times as I placed my glass back down. The drink seemed so strong...\n\n\"So, I explained our woes. What's wrong with you?\" Jeff asked.\n\nI shook my head. \"It's just...some personal stuff, you know? Don't really wanna get into it.\" How could I possibly explain what happened to me?\n\n\"Oh, come on. Bitching about this stuff is half the fun of coming to a bar. If you don't get it off your chest, it'll eat at you.\"\n\n\"I'd rather just get it off my mind, thanks.\" I said. \"You know, put my focus elsewhere?\" \n\n\"Fair enough!\" Ken said. \"I think we'll need more drinks, then.\" \n\nWe went around the table, each of us getting the next round of shots. After my turn, I was definitely feeling the booze. I was feeling a bit woozy, was laughing like an idiot, the works. \n\n\"This place is a little noisy.\" Jeff said. \"How about we take this pity party back to our place? We have more booze there.\" \n\n\"I...I dunno, I should probably...\" \n\n\"Oh, come on Chrissy!\" Ken said. \"It'll be more fun than sitting at home depressed, right?\" \n\n\"Yeah, come on.\" Bill added, his hand patting my thigh. That made me feel strange. \n\nBefore I could form a further objection, though, Jeff had taken my arm and pulled me from the table. We all headed outside and he hailed a cab. \n\n15 minutes later, we were entering an older house. They explained that they rented the whole place, and that it was cheaper than the dorms. I just nodded dumbly. \n\nJeff and Ken went to the kitchen to fetch the booze and glasses, while Bill lead me to the living room. We sat on the couch, with him just a tad too close for my comfort. \n\n\"M'glad you decided to come back.\" he said. \n\nI looked at him, raising an eyebrow, then opened my mouth to speak. I didn't get the chance. Bill leaned in and planted his lips on mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he pushed me backward until I was lying with my head on the armrest. \n\nMy mind was screaming, but my body seemed to be going on autopilot. My tongue met his and started mingling with it. I felt his hand move to my chest, groping my left breast through my t-shirt and bra. The spark of arousal shot through me. I had learned quickly how sensitive my new growths were. \n\nI heard a small moan escape my lips, then a whistle and some clapping from the doorway. Bill disengaged and we both looked over at Jeff and Ken who were smirking. I felt my face heat up. \n\n\"Wasting no time, huh bro?\" Jeff asked. \n\n\"I...we...\" I couldn't bring myself to form an actual sentence. Between my inebriation, embarrassment, and arousal, words just...didn't come. \n\n\"Hey, don't mind us. We all could use with blowing off some steam, right?\" Jeff asked. \n\n\"I, um...I don't...\" \n\n\"Hey, calm down. We're all friends here, yeah?\" Jeff asked. \"C'mere for a minute, okay?\" \n\nHe placed the glasses and bottle of booze on their table and started pouring as Bill got off of me. I stood up and considered running for a moment. \n\nInstead, I found myself wandering over to Jeff. He handed me a shot and held his own glass up. I watched as Ted placed a couple more items on the table. A salt shaker and cut up lime. \n\n\"To a good time, yeah?\" Jeff asked. He raised my hand and clinked our glasses together, then downed the shot. I looked at mine, and took a deep breath. His expectant look started to bore into me. \n\nFinally, I raised the glass and downed the shot, shaking a bit as I swallowed it. \n\n\"Now, let's ease into the real fun, alright? Mind taking your shirt off?\" Jeff asked.\n\n\"My...my shirt?\" \n\nHe nodded, and for some reason I found myself complying, reaching down and pulling my shirt off over my head. Jeff smiled and waved, calling Bill over. He handed me one of the glasses. \n\n\"I...I dunno if I should drink this?\" \n\n\"That one's not for you.\" Jeff said. \"Put it between your boobs and just hold it there.\" \n\nMy brow furrowed, but again he was looking at me expectantly. Again, I found myself complying, wedging the glass between my breasts. \n\nBill came over and was handed the shaker of salt. He leaned in and licked my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. He poured out some of the salt onto my neck, and I felt it stick there. \n\nJeff handed me a slice of lime. \"Put that in your mouth, rind inward.\" \n\nAgain, my body moved as I obeyed him. I knew what this was, why was I going along with it?\" \n\n\"Okay Bill, go for it.\" Jeff said. Bill nodded, and leaned in again. He licked the salt off my neck, hitting me with another wave of pleasure. He then reached his face down and used his mouth to remove the glass from between my breasts. He removed the glass, then our lips met and we kissed for a moment as he pulled the lime from my mouth. \n\nI gasped as he broke away. He had just done a body shot off me. I had let a guy do a body shot off me. \n\nJeff handed me the last glass and motioned for me to drink. I sighed and did so, knowing logically that it was a bad idea. Ken came over, took my hand, and lead me back to the couch. \n\nHe reached behind me and I felt my bra go slack. He pulled it off and it dropped to the ground. He pushed me onto the couch, and then started to set up. \n\nSalt was poured between my boobs, tequila poured into my belly button, and another lime inserted in my mouth. Ken licked the area between my breasts, removing all of the salt. He then moved down, sucking the alcohol from my navel. The sensation sent another tingle of pleasure through me. \n\nFinally, he kissed me as he removed the lime from my mouth. He stayed on me for about a minute before backing off. \n\nI didn't really have time to get up though. Bill retook his position from earlier, straddling me. I noticed that he had lost his jeans at some point. \n\nHis hands went to my breasts and started playing with them. I moaned and gasped. Somehow, they were managing to push my new body's buttons perfectly.\n\nHe leaned forward and started kissing me again, hos tongue once again moving into my mouth. This time, no real resistance rose up. I just closed my eyes and went with it. \n\nUntil I felt something poking into my stomach. Opening my eyes and looking down, I could see his boxers being strained by his erection. \n\nOne hand left my breast and moved to my own hand, guiding it down and onto his barely clothed shaft. My eyes widened as my fingers came into contact with it. \n\nAnd they widened more when I realized that I had actually gripped it. My now tiny hand was holding another man's dick. \n\nBill stopped kissing me, leaning back a bit. \"Ready to get to the real fun?\" \n\nMy head moved on it's own, nodding slightly. Bill grinned. \"Great. Let's lose the pants, then.\" \n\nHe stood up, giving me room. I had a chance, now. I could still leave.\n\nInstead, I found myself unbuttoning my jeans..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hatefucking between a Trump voter (M) and a Hillary voter (F)
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"content": "Bob voted for Trump. Deborah voted for Hillary.\n\nBob walks in on Deborah undressing.\n\n\"You're deplorable!\" she shrieks, trying to cover herself.\n\n\"They're yuge!\" he exclaims, going in for the jugs.\n\n\"You fucking basement dweller!\" Deborah screams, backing against the wall. \"What are you doing?\"\n\nBob stops short, trying to be more diplomatic. \"You've got a beautiful body, Deborah. I think you're great. The greatest. A really great woman!\"\n\nDeborah softens a little. But then she remembers... \"How could you have voted for a monster like Trump, Bob!? Stay away from me!!!\"\n\nBob casually pops some tic tacs and then pulls Deborah in for a kiss. \"You know I'm an important man, Debby. I can make you very happy.\"\n\nShe lets him get away with the kiss. He's cute, if not a brash bloke.\n\nHe continues his advances. \"See? I'm not such a deplorable. I voted for the guy who's gonna make sure things get done right in this country, he gets things done, like me,\" he says calmly while reaching for her pussy.\n\n\"Trump's just a puppet!\" Deborah yells, starting to pull away in her renewed hatred of Trump.\n\nBob, like his idol Trump, loses his temper at this accusation and blurts out--\"You're the puppet!\" as he shoves her to her knees and pushes her head down onto his knob. She struggles against this forceful man but she's her strength is no match for his. \"A woman needs to know her place, Debby! You have a very pretty face...\" Bob says as he shoves his huge cock down her throat.\n\n\"Mrmff. Mmrhphmph,\" Deborah slobbers as she strains in amazement to take in such a huge cock. She had no idea Bob was so well endowed. And being roughly used is strangely turning her on.\n\nAs Bob pulls her hair to force her face up so he can look into her eyes as she takes the whole length Deborah catches sight of his receding hairline. He pulls out for a moment, strings of thick saliva from her mouth as his shaft withdraws from it, a pause long enough for her to remark, \"Get a toupee, you old man!\" while gasping for breath.\n\n\"If you don't like my hair, look the other way, woman!\" Bob spits as he roughly turns her round about and yanks her skirt down in a quick moment, then shoving into her twat while pulling her hair so he can see the whites of her eyes as he thrusts.\n\nBy now Deborah is thoroughly aroused by her submissive position, strangely yet lustfully turned on. She lowers the arch of her back and whimpers.\n\nCatching her changing attitude, Bob gruffly pants, \"That's right, take it like the bitch you are!\"\n\nDeborah, now thoroughly turned by being dominated like this, yet remembering how deplorable Trump's sexist ways are, retorts between grunts, \"You...pig! You're just...like...Trump...!\"\n\nAs Bob increases the speed of his strokes in nearing his climax he laughs and says, \"You're the pig--and you like it!\"\n\nAs much as Deborah hates to admit it, she does. And her own climax nears and she lets her mind be lost to the control of a man that is dominating her in the very way she hates Trump for dominating women. She tries to fight it, but her mind is so consumed with waves of pleasure, she is so gripped in the approaching orgasm, that she feels like the pig...and she likes it! In the passionate flood approaching, she surrenders completely to Bob's words spoken from curled lips: \"You're a nasty woman! Nasty, nasty woman!\"\n\n\"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!\" she moans over and over again while still glaring. She hates it, and yet she can't deny that she loves it. Fuck! Her mind is engulfed in the pleasure as Bob roughly rams himself into her a few more times in his own orgasm. What a bad hombre! What a nasty woman!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Virgin Day on Campus
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"content": "*Virgin Day part 1*\n\nVirgin Day! The day when campus virgins go around, mingle and hopefully someone willing to take them back to their dorm and teach them. Sally, a freshman at the university, was under the impression it was an orientation thing, she wondered why the RA and her dorm mates giggled when she asked about what classes they were offering for the next semester. \n\nSally looked around and saw no teachers but saw plenty of people leaving together. Some in groups of four or more. She turned to her RA.\n\n\"I guess we should tell you. This isn't about classes, it's a famous tradition where virgins and non-virgins mingle and then you know...\" \n\nShe winks as Sally blushes.\n\n\"Am I the only virgin in our group?\"\n\n\"No.\" Her friend Rose replied gleefully. \n\n\"Someone's excited. You ladies can handle yourselves right?\"\n\nThe RA asked the rest of the ladies. They nodded and splintered off wishing Rose and Sally good luck. Their RA, Emily, promised to show them their way around. The walk around for a while before deciding on a guy. Tall-ish, glasses, cute brown eyes, great smile. They found their man. The three approached and Rose and Sally let Emily do the talking. He didn't take much more convection then eyeing up the three of them. Sally and Emily's tight sports bodies, their perky breasts, the more shapely Emily with her smaller breasts. He was willing to go behind a tree and do it. \n\nThe three headed down to his dorm room with him leading the way. \n\n\"Are you two excited?\" Emily asked with a small smirk.\n\nThe nodded and Rose spoke up.\n\n\"I'm bi so I'm extra excited.\"\n\n\"Is that why your always eager to shower as a dorm group?\"\n\n\"Yes Sally. I legit wanna fuck all of you. I want an orgy for my birthday.\"\n\nThe group laughed as they got to the guys door. They small talked for a bit once in the room before he took his pants and boxers off with the ladies encouragement. The RA told Sally and Rose to observe as she started to stroke his Cock slowly. She twist her wrist a little and makes moan softly. She moves but holds onto his cock letting Sally slide her mouth down on it with a smile. She sucked up and down slowly a few times before it was Roses turn. Emily asked her to suck faster. She sucked faster and he let a small quiet \"fuck\" slip\n\nShe let Sally and Rose take turns stroking his cock as she sucked on his balls. Emily tapped them on the shoulder after a little while and signaled for the three to strip as he took his shirt off. Sally and Rose sat on the bed on each side of him. He cupped their breast and traded off licking and sucking on Sally's and Roses nipples.\n\nHe stood up as Rose layed back and spread her legs, Sally giggled at her friends eagerness. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and rubbed her pussy with two fingers. Sally and Emily teases her nipples with their tongues as he kneeled down. He sucked on her pussy and traces his tongue along it slowly making her moan. \n\nHe kept licking for a while before standing up and sliding his cock into her wet pussy. She moaned. Emily and Sally shared a look and Sally nodded. Emily straddled Roses face lowering her pussy right to Roses mouth. Rose repeats the guy sucking on her pussy before licking it. Her moans were muffled as his cock pulled in and out of her tight pussy. \n\nHe fucked faster and faster as she tongued Emily's pussy, making her RA moan loud. Sally bit her lip waiting for her turn. \n\n\"Sally...\"\n\nEmily moaned as she moved closer so Emily could suck on her nipple. After a few more thrusts the guy pulled out of Roses pussy and called Sally over. He backed up and asked Sally to turn and bend over. Sensing where this was going she quickly started to lick Roses pussy as his cock slid into her pussy a shiver of pleasure ran up her spine as he began to fuck her fast. \n\nHer and Roses tongue matched his speed as he sped up. Like a domino effect, Emily came loud, followed by Rose cumming hard as she pulled away from Emily's pussy. Rose and Emily sat at the head of the bed to watch Sally get plowed. Her moans were basically squeals of pleasure as her pussy tightened and she came hard, her legs shaking slightly. \n\nWhen she finished, he pulled and Sally and Rose followed Emily's lead. The three gathered close as he came on all threes faces and breasts. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Seeking shelter from the nighttime cold, a down on his luck man enters a nondescript building offering live sex shows to view.
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"content": "The Drifter pushed himself through the mud as the rain hammered his back, struggling to get beneath the sharp chain link fence. With a gasp he broke free and staggered to his feet, driving himself forward towards the great dark building in front of him. Thankful for the shelter he wandered through the dilapidated shell of what had once been a grand theatre.\n\nAs he wandered through the dark hallways searching for somewhere warm, he froze even colder as applause echoed through the building. Edging forward, he heard the sound of gasps and laughter coming from a doorway that glowed with warm light. Swallowing nervously the Drifter peered around the doorframe and gasped himself at the near magical sight.\n\nFor in this long abandoned place, the tattered remains of the auditorium was the setting for a most remarkable performance. The Drifter's eyes nearly leapt from their sockets as he saw the woman on stage. Lithe and graceful, her taught body gave off the air of a panther as she prowled back and forth. For he could see just how beautiful the woman was, as she was naked from head to foot. Save for a tiny thread of gold about her waist and another around her slender neck. Her long jet black hair was tied into an intricate braid and the rest of her was smooth, apart from a small triangle of pubic hair that pointed down to a hungry looking pussy.\n\nThe audience were just as strange, all dressed in Victorian evening wear, they gave the air of looking at ghosts. But they were far too real and the presence of large portable lighting rigs gave away that this was a very modern performance. The Drifter crept forward for a closer look, hiding beside a pillar and one of the lights, sighing quietly at the warmth it gave off.\n\nA sudden cheer and round of applause made the Drifter look up, where he saw the woman leading out two men onto the stage. Both of them were huge in every way, rippling oiled muscles flexed as they strode in, with not a hair on their equally naked bodies. They stood on the stage, bowing in perfect synchronisation, not producing a sound and never changing their stony expressions.\n\nThe woman then smiled and began to dance around the two men, her slim body contorting like a snake as she slid over them. Though they were like statues, the woman kissed and caressed them, making their only motion the rapid hardening of their cocks.\n\nThe woman smiled with satisfaction as she gave the tip of each cock a teasing lick, making them spasm from the touch. Then stroking their chests the woman made the two face each other, their faces still absolutely emotionless. Even as the woman gracefully bent over and slid backwards onto one of their cocks. Closing her eyes with a smile as she started to slide up and down the shaft. Then she took the other man in her mouth, sliding backwards and forwards as moans escaped her throat. \n\nThen with a gasp from the audience and the Drifter, the woman wrapped her arms and legs around the two men, lifting herself clean off the ground. Gripping her, the two men began to thrust deep into the woman, harder and harder until suddenly she shuddered. \n\nThe audience applauded again and the woman untangled herself, dropping deftly onto her feet. It was then the Drifter noticed that the crowd weren't just sitting in enraptured wonder. The gentleman sitting nearest him in a smart old fashioned suit with cravat was openly stroking his own hard cock as he watched the show. While his companion a woman in a voluminous dress had hitched up her petticoats and had a hand buried between her legs. She pulled out a large dildo and licked her juices off the tip, before offering it to the Gent. He hungrily licked at the sweet nectar, before passing it back and the lady rammed the dildo back in with a grunt.\n\nMeanwhile, on stage, two benches had been arranged in a long line and the two men sat on them facing each other. They lay down and slid towards each other, intertwining their legs until their two cocks were practically touching. The woman then climbed up and began to slowly lower herself onto them. \n\nShe gasped as the two cocks gently penetrated her, one in her pussy, the other in her arse. Her eyes rolling she slowly allowed her body weight to push the cocks deeper inside of her. The audience were loving the spectacle and began to chant, stamping their feet as the shouted: \"deeper, deeper, deeper\" in unison. Until a great cheer went up as drove both cocks in as deep as they could go.\n\nThe woman began to slowly ride her men, gently picking up speed, her face lost in ecstasy. Both men were trying to maintain their cold composure, but sweat was beading all over them and their jaws were locked in a grimace of control. The audience were getting really into, the Lady nearest the Drifter now riding the Gentleman hard, struggling to watch the stage and enjoy their lust. But it wasn't just them, a large woman a few rows in front was bent over the seats and was being pounded from behind, whilst trying to suck on two cocks at once. Couples of all manner of sexualities and combinations were at each other, but still trying to watch the main show at the same time.\n\nThe worn out jeans of the Drifter had been torn open, too tight to contain his raging hard on. He stroked it desperately as he watched the beautiful depravity in front of him, no longer caring about being unseen.\n\nOn the stage the woman was at the peak of her pleasure, letting out a scream as she came hard on the two great cocks she rode. As the waves of her orgasm squeezed her body tight, both men let out animal like growls as their teeth ground together. With a grin of triumph, the woman suddenly leapt off her men in an acrobatic, if slightly wobbly somersault. \n\nThis sent both men over the edge and they came with unimaginable force. Huge jets of cum squirting upwards over and over like some great fountain. The woman standing with arms aloft as their seed fell down upon her glowing naked body. The audience applauded, cheered and came in response, their frenzy like a huge pit of maddened animals.\n\nThe Drifter was lost in madness, stroking himself as hard as could, lost in this vision of the sexual ecstasy. He could feel his balls beginning to pull tight, readying to blow his own massive load. He was so blind with passion that he didn't even notice the slim lithe figure appear in front of him. As a moan escaped him, a finger touched his chin and he looked up into the woman's beautiful dark eyes.\n\n\"Not yet, my dear,\" she said in a sultry exotic voice. Before delicately grasping his collar and leading him up, towards the stage.\n\n----\n\n*I hope you enjoyed that little scene, feel free to leave comments, positive or negative, normal or erotic.*\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I am confident, assertive, and strong. I know I make my girlfriend loves me, and that I make her happy. Despite, my high self-esteem my greatest fantasy is for my beautiful, big breasted, latina girlfriend to go all out sucking another guys dick.
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"content": "Had to split in two, second half in reply:\n\nYou've been having a hard time lately. Finances are rough for you and Jackie. You worry even though she says she will work it out. To make matters worse you have been sexually frustrated with your hidden desires about her. \n\nOne night you are out drinking with some buds and vent a bit about your frustration without going into details. The single ones start whispering about a club that secretly offers gloryhole services and viewing. You laugh it off.\n\nA few weeks go by and nothing gets better. Work is a pain. Jackie always seems to be busy lately, making your longing even worse. One lonely night you are out walking when a sign for a nightclub catches your eye. It is called “Morning Glory”. You blink then realize it is the place your friends told you about. You would never use a gloryhole, at least not while you were with Jackie but decide a viewing won't hurt and may ease some tension.\n\nAfter awkwardly beating around the bush with a shady door man, you are sent inside past a lively dance floor and into a back area where two doors split off. A woman in leather sells you a ticket and directs you through the right door. Down a hall, you enter a door with a number matching your ticket. Inside is a small square room with a comfy looking chair. The walls and carpet are black, except the wall opposite the door. This wall is completely glass. A metal plaque at the top center reads “Two Way Mirror”. \n\nOn the other side of the glass is a well lit room, all white walls and carpet. Several small pink cushions lay along two walls. Above these are the gloryholes, dark circles in the white walls. A closed door is opposite the mirror. You pull off your pants and sit down, feeling apprehensive but excited.\n\nI stagger into the backroom of the club, which I frequent. Yolanda takes my cash and laughs courteously at a stupid joke. She hands me a catalogue and I flip through it.\n\nThere are no pictures. You don't see the girls until you are peeking at them. The catalogue is pretty descriptive though so it is easy to find what you like. Plus I had never gotten an ugly girl yet from “Morning Glory”. I pass on a few familiar names before stopping on one I hadn't seen before:\n\nName: Juicy J.\n\nEthnicity: Latin\n\nCup: D-DD\n\nBio: Go easy fellas! Juicy is a newbie here at “Morning Glory” but has a strong work ethic. No job is too hard.\n\n“This one please Yolanda.” I tap the page excitedly.\n\nYolanda smiles. “Ah yes, our new girl.”\n\n“Any signs of her sticking around, in case I like her?”\n\nShe shrugs. “Who knows? One of those “needs the money” types.”\n\n\n“Fingers crossed.” I chuckle, swaggering through the left door. Yolanda giggles politely after me.\n\nI find Juicy J’s area, and enter a booth grinning. The booth is padded and there is just enough room for me. A hole showing bright light sits in the opposite wall about waist height. Above the hole is window that I know appears white on the other side. I move in front of it and watch the door of the white room beyond.\n\nYou have gotten comfortable, finding the club provided different lubes and lotions on a small table by your chair for your use. You wait in anticipation until finally the door in the white room starts to open. You lean forward excitedly but soon are overcome with shock.\n\nJackie strolls in completely nude, blushing slightly. You cannot believe your eyes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your SO and you have always wondered how sex with the same gender would feel. Today, you both get an opportunity to find out.
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"content": "As my girlfriend, Helen came into the kitchen with two mugs, one of coffee and one of hot chocolate, I set aside my book and sat forward. \"So, you want to tell yours first, or what?\"\n\nShe handed me my mug of rich cocoa goodness and nodded. \"Eager to hear, huh?\"\n\n\"You're not nervous are you?\" I asked, curious.\n\n\"Oh of course not,\" she insisted, sipped her coffee, \"I mean we'd done this with them before, right?\"\n\n\"I mean, YEAH... But that time it was me and her, and you with him. Totally different level of experimentation this time.\"\n\n\"Can I tell my story already?\" She huffed.\n\n\"Alright, go ahead. So, how was it overall?\"\n\nShe grinned and bit her lower lip. \"She was relentless: full steam ahead, no brakes on that train. OK, so she knocks on the hotel room door...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] You visit your foreign cousin and discover they've just broken up with their attractive partner, who starts showing an interest in you...
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"content": "\"Hey, Andrey, nice te see you again!\" my cousin greeted me. He had his usual go-lucky attitude I had come to know him for, though seeing him at the train station was an surprising sight. I had said I would stop at a hotel first and then come visit them.\n\n\"Eyy, Rico! Still living, you bastard! Why are you pickin' me up, bro? I need to get a hotel room.\"\n\n\"Heh, if I would let you pick the hotel room, you'd probably go and pick the most seedy, unhealthy room you could find. I have got you one already, paid fully.\"\n\n\"Aww, you shouldn't have... Well then, lead the way!\"\n\nHe took my hand and lead me through the masses, making sure that I stayed with him no matter what. We exited the train station, and after a short walk, we headed into the hotel Niko reserved for me.\n\nThe lady at the reception scoffed at the sight of me. \"Excuse me, sirs. This is a high-class hotel, and I do not see it reasonable that you occupy these halls any-\"\n\n\"We have a reservation, lady. On the name Andrey Westfield, Room 253. Half payed in advance, half...\" He stopped as he pulled out his wallet and took out the money. \"paid at entry. Is this how you treat your customers?\"\n\nThe receptionist flinched, likely cursing herself for her assumptions. \"I am terribly sorry, but by your looks, you didn't seem like the kind of clientele we would usually get. Most people are more... well-suited.\"\n\nNiko shook his head slowly. \"Well, the traffic is bad, the temperature is worse. Can we get a room for him now? He would probably want to freshen up.\"\n\n\"Of course! H-Here are the keys.\"\n\nUpstairs, I went straight for the showers, cleaning off the sweat of the warm day. Afterwards, Niko requested that he could use them as well, and I used the time I had for unpacking. I had the usual stuff, clothes, a book or two, a laptop; I also had stuff that I did not want Niko to see, some porn magazines, a masturbator, and a gift to his girlfriend, as celebration for their two-year anniversary.\n\n\"Hey, did you even use some of the showerhead options? Number Seven is fuckin' A. Also, grab me some ice cubes, will ya?\" Niko's voice came from the shower. \"Should be at the fridge right there, just grab a glass and press the button.\"\n\nI did so, admiring the fridge in the process. It looked very expensive. Niko took the glass of ice cubes with a smile and took one in his mouth, crushing it with his teeth.\n\n\"Whoa, that is some rich-people shit right here...\" I say. And it was, considering that a night here costed a grand at minimum. \"How do you afford it?\"\n\n\"Come on, it is not like you are here every day... I work well, I work hard. Of course I have money saved up, and you were sorely missed. So I thought of doing some favors, and make sure your holiday here are at least adequate! Now come on, let's hit the bars!\"\n\nI looked confusedly. \"Bars? Isn't Shelly waiting at home for us?\"\n\nHe laughed merrily. \"She is there too, dummy! Now let's go, we got lots to celebrate!\"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A stupid pregnant woman doesn't understand how twins work, but wants some.
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"content": "Betty was bubblier than ever as she bounced through the sterile white halls of the sperm bank. Her short blonde pigtails siwished across her bare shoulders as she looked left and right at the doors on either side of her. \n\n*Let's see who's in this one!* she practically sang to herself and she reached out and jostled the handle. It was locked. \n\nPresently the door swung open and there was an unassuming but handsome young man in plain clothes, holding a cup, on the other side. He regarded Betty with some confusion. Here was a petite but very busty young woman in a short skirt and a threadbare wifebeater smiling a mile wide at him. \n\n\"Hi! I'm Betty,\" she chirped, letting herself right in past him. Her big breasts brushed against his chest as she squeezed in, and he could feel that she wasn't wearing any bra. \n\n\"Um, Hi Betty, I'm Todd...\"\n\n\"Hi Todd!\" she interrupted. Without preamble, she lifted her wifebeater up and let it rest just above her round tits. \"Do you like me?\"\n\n\"Oh, sure...\"\n\n\"Great! Are you ready to fill my pussy up with cum?\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\" Todd stammered. \n\n\"I'm here to have a baby! Duh! I need you to fuck me right in the pussy until you cum!\"\n\n\"You what? Do you... work here?\" \n\n\"No, silly! I'm a customer like you. I came here to get a baby.\" She cradled her flat naked tummy. \"Get your dick out!\"\n\nTodd froze for a moment, regarding her. In a moment of clarity, he closed and locked the door. As far as he could tell, a cute blonde slut had just come in when he was about to donate sperm and asked him to knock her up right then and there. \n\n\"Well, alright.\" Todd dropped the cup and opened up the front of his pants, freeing his hard, thick cock. It sprung up and pointed right at the sunny Betty.\n\nBetty's eyes lit up. \"Awesome! This is going to be so much fun!\" She turned around and bent at the waist. This caused her skirt to ride up her round well shaped ass and expose the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear either. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tiny little asshole and moist pussy.\n\nTodd had to push through the haze of disbelief to get himself to walk up to her. He slapped his big cock down between her cheeks and she squealed. \n\n\"Alright, you ready?\" \n\n\"Yeah! I'm going to be a mommy! I hope you have a lot of cum Mr.\"\n\nHe decided that if this was in fact a dream, he had better get fucking before he woke up.\n\nBetty's pussy was wet, but it took some time for Todd to push his cock in. Betty let out a long low moan as he spread her apart. When her ass touched his lap he paused and let out a warm sigh. Was this for real? It certainly felt real. \n\nBetty wiggled her petite hips and soon Todd was sliding his thick cock in and out her little hole. Betty was whimpering and grabbing her sizeable breasts, not even trying to steady herself against his thrusts. \n\nTodd realized she might tip over, so he grabbed a pigtail in each hand. This lifted her head up and she arched her back, sticking out her naked breasts. \n\n\"So,\" panted Todd as he fucked her. \"Do you want to have a boy or a girl?\"\n\n\"Boy please,\" she moaned. \"No... wait, girl.\"\n\n\"You want a girl?\" Their bodies were slapping rhythmically. \n\n\"I want... I want you to make a ... a girl, please. Oh, I can't decide! I want both!\"\n\nTodd chuckled as he began to fuck her harder. \"You want twins?\"\n\n\"Yes!\" she cried out, both in answer to the question and in orgasmic bliss. Her body shuddered as she came and his hard cock was coated in her juices.\n\n\"Oh,' she said, \"but then I would have to find another boy to cum in my pussy, wouldn't I?\"\n\nTodd couldn't suppress his laugh this time. \"What? Are you kidding?\"\n\n\"It's all good,\" she said. \"I'll get a girl from you, and then a boy from another guy!\" She seemed pleased with herself for working it out, but Todd had to pause for a moment of bafflement. \n\n*Whatever* he said to himself. *If this cooze wants my cum, she can have it. I was just going to jerk off into a cup anyway.*\n\nHe gripped her pigtails tighter and pulled her harder. Her body bent nearly all the way to him. His pace quickened, and over the halting moans from Betty, he blasted his load deep into her cunt. \n\nBreathless, Todd released her and gathered himself, zipping up. \n\n\"Good job!\" exclaimed Betty. \"Ooooh, you really did cum a lot,\" she patter her tummy. \"This place is great! So did you do a girl?\"\n\n\"What?\" asked the exhausted and vexed man. \n\n\"You did a girl right?\"\n\n\"Uh, sure, Whatever.\"\n\n\"Awesome! Well thanks, I'm going to go find someone to do a boy now, bye!\"\n\nHe just shook his head in disbelief. \"Alright Betty, good luck with that.\"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] - "Son, Have You Ever Wanted a Little Brother or Sister?" "Yeah, why?" "Wanna Make One?" "Sure...wait what?"
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"content": "\"Honey I know you've always wanted one, but with your dad gone.. well I just can't imagine being with another man.\"\n\n\"Mom... what are you asking? Are you?-\"\n\n\"Well I was thinking of getting artificial inseminaton, but I don't think we can afford it. And to be honest, I want your sister to be a real sister for you. I know it seems weird, but would you go masturbate and get me a cup full of cum? The doctor said he could try to match the DNA to someone on file for me.\"\n\nJamie looked unsure. I had always been close with him, bathing him even now sometimes. He was my little boy, and I loved him. I really wanted him to have a sister though! If I could just get him going it could happen. The reality was the doctors had already confirmed there was no way to match paul. But I had been working on my son for months now, showering with an open door, leaving my panties out, and I was hoping the time was right. \n\n\"Umm, mom?\"\n\n\"Just please go up to my bathroom and try for me honey.\"\n\nHe paused \"...okay mom...\" he looked unsure but I could also see he was turns on. He knew that my bathroom had lube on the shelf, he'd always been curious about it. He didn't know I had left my dildo on the counter to tease him. \n\nHe went upstairs, looking back at me with what I hoped was lust in his eyes. \n\nI waited for a few minutes, and then I walked up after him, it was time for part two of the plan. \n\nHe had shut the door, but I wasn't worried, I walked into my closet and closed that door just in case, I didn't want my plan ruined. \n\nLooking in the mirror, I wondered again why paul left. I knew I was good looking, shoulder length auburn hair, large firm breasts, slightly thick at the waist, but not overweight, it just made my ass look amazing. I knew what to do to make up for Paul's absence though. I quickly stripped, and pulled on my fishnet bodysuit, being careful not to tear it. Reaching into the drawer, I pulled out my plugs, selected the ruby ended one, and covered it in lube. I had prepared for this earlier, and now I bent slightly, and inserted it right into my anus. My asshole had been stretched plenty already, but every time felt brand new to me. I wanted to be ready in case he needed more stimulation to cum if he was too nervous. I figured I'd insert my vibrator into my ass and crank it up if that happened, the vibrations would drive me wild, and I was betting they would transfer into my vagina to push him over the edge. I needed his cum so bad. Finally, I reached up and took the bars out of my nipples. I loved how they looked, but for this? For this I wanted something with better grip. I slid the rings into each nipple and applied some de sensitizing cream so he could really pull on them for me without it hurting me beyond why I wanted this time. \n\nI turned towards the bathroom, time to fill my need for his cum. I was so wet, I knew this would work, it had too. After all my son needed a sister!\n\n*To be continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [meta] We've discussed the state of the sub, I have a few ideas and it's time for suggestions.
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"content": "I think you are spot on with numbers one and five.\n\nAnd I'm a little bit less down with number three, but I see the practicality to it.\n\nWith four I feel it's more a balance issue, than simply too many prompts. The number of prompts being submitted would be perfectly awesome if there were two or three times as many answers being posted.\n\nAs for number two, I think that there should be some way of Featuring an answered prompt. Like a \"Best Answer This Week\" or something. Maybe weekly or monthly, and possibly via an automated raffle or something. We have the contest already, and I love it. But I think there should be something for generally submitted answers as well. It's really easy to hand out recognition to a writer, which is a great door prize."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] New rules regarding frequency of prompts and top level replies and also responding to feedback.
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"content": "1. the wait period thing will probably entirely back fire since from what I've seen we don't have a problem with too many similar ideas. I went to new, scrolled down, 8 days, none of them the same. Its, kinda pointless. But not \"bad\" it just doesn't help anything. \n\n2. You need to put more detail on the \"variety wednesdays\". It took me a while to figure out you mean to use all of the other types of prompts on the right that no one pays attention too. Not a *bad* idea but preventing a type of writing feels more negative than positive. Every one of writingprompts encourages different types of writing, not preventing one of their own but this will be a \"lets see how this goes\" type thing .\n\n3. Showcase threads- good idea, make them weekly once the sub gets bigger. Monthly is fine for now. \n\n4. This needs highlighted. **Share the end result (of your writing) elsewhere** is a great idea. \n\nBiggest problem is not repetition but pure lack of creative posts. And way over specifics. Lets go look at new. \n\nFemale stablehand gets locked in barn- set up for bestiality, but has potential. Oh wait, they added in exactly how they want the girl to look, her backstory, what fetishes they want, etc. Which is terrible, Fucking terrible. \n\nMilk maid- similar problem to above.\n\nBut lets get to the *worst* offenders, no beating around the bush:\n\nHome from prison, incest: A fucking story before a story on how they want things to go. \n\nNow I can't bash creativity too hard, different people find different things interesting. Vanilla level stuff of \"depressed comedian.\" \"sexual grandfather\" \"2 girls compete for a guy\" bores me to tears but other people might find them interesting. \n\nI still want freewrite sunday. Also, flash fiction might want to be renamed constrained writing? Am I crazy or is literally constrained writing with a different name? \n\nHonestly, its a start but the focus on repetition is weird since, at least in the last 8 days, there's been no repetition. \n\nAlso, I think once this sub gets bigger, highlighting a user would be a good idea. A writer that writes frequently enough. \n\nP.S. regarding size: Make it bigger. Le duh but this needs to be a focus. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The prison industrial complex is booming. Corporations have found the most efficient way of maintaining harmony.
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"content": ">Warning: Contains Cock Milking, Repeated Orgasm, Mind Breaking and mostly men. Also, a no-name character.\n\n\"So, we have built the most revolutionistic prison system. One that at the same time manages harmony while still ensuring that it is not a better treatment than just letting them roam free. Our investors are satisfied, of course: They save loads of money compared to the other prison systems. Surprisingly, when you manage to replace libraries, yards, gyms and any form of entertainment, as well as the cell itself with nothing but a piece of machinery, slightly bigger than a car, money becomes much less of an issue.\" The designer explained, practically beaming.\n\nI asked: \"So there are no more costs to maintain the prison? To be paying a prison upkeep?\"\n\n\"Of course there are. There is still a need for electricity, water, food. In addition, our system does not allow inmates to be productive members of society in normal activity. We fear that handing them tools would be too great a risk, you see?\"\n\nI nodded. \"They might break the machines, right? Or tinker with them to make them malfunction on others.\"\n\n\"Oh no, not that. They are built to be tamper-proof. No, we fear they might hurt themselves if they were to use the machines under their conditions. Wait, you might understand better if I show youi around. Come with me, please.\"\n\nThe designer led him out of the door and past a set of barred doors. Left and right were machines with clear plastic seperating the people inside them from the outside. I took a closer look at one of them. A man, age 35 was inside it, shivering and shaking. His arms were fastened in a cushioned armrest above his head, his ankles were fastened similarily. His mouth, open, though his voice was not heard through the plastic, while headphones, fastened to him and secured, rested on his ears. Several wires and tubes were connected to him, probably for supplying his body with water and nutrition. But the most remarkable was in his genital area. There, a big, silicone-cushioned tube firmly enveloped his penis, shaking frantically, though it was not clear if the man's movement made it shake or if it shook on it's own. He stared at the tube, leading from his cock to the base of the machinery, when suddenly, a white, gooey substance passed through the tube. Nonetheless, the machine didn't seem to stop. Confused, I turned to the Designer.\n\n\"I don't think I fully understand the machine. It delivers food and drinking directly to the body, and they seem to be affected by something. What is affecting them?\"\n\nThe designer laughed. \"Oh, they are affected alright. This is a perpetual orgasm machine, from Climtronix. They keep the unit in perpetual arousal as they are milked from orgasm to orgasm.\"\n\nI looked to the man again. \"He seems to be suffering. Is this even legal?\"\n\n\"That is the best part. It is not torture, and will never be legally. Inducing orgasm is seen as nothing different as letting the body build hormones. It would be like disallowing a room color. Though, while it is pleasant in a way, it also is unbearable in another.\"\n\n\"Alright. So, the question that would come up, I guess, is the following: What if somebody tries something foul? Like break the machine, break free or even attack a different member?\"\n\n\"Well, the latter few cases are almost impossible: After the constant bodily activity, they do not have the strength to do anything, and since we do not let them recharge... As for the first case, we put them in collaboratory confinement.\"\n\n\"Wait, you do mean solitary confinement?\"\n\nThe designer shook his head. \"No, not solitary confinement. People protested against it, so it is bad press to continue it. Our system is... far more insidious, in fact. Let me explain with a question: have you ever taken a drug? Perhaps even had an addiction?\"\n\nI pondered. \"I have not, except for my sugared tea, that is. But is that a drug?\"\n\n\"Well, when you crave a drug, you actually crave just the feel-good hormones the drug sends out. Meaning that if you were to not get the amount of dopamine from your heroin, you'd take more heroin. And more, and more, until you overdose. But also, if I were to take you off heroin forcefully, you would crave it, right?\"\n\n\"Yes, that is how it seems to go.\"\n\n\"Well, the same is for the pleasure of the carnal flesh. If we make you addicted, you will crave it if you cannot access it. So, we put them in a big cell, of course encased into solid walls, plated with steel to make sure no escape attempt is made. They are feeling the urges, their desire to release. Actually, we got a camera inside there. Do you want to take a look?\"\n\nI accepted the offer, and was led into a surveillance room. The heart of the surveillance room was a big, high-quality monitor, showing the scene of the collaboratory confinement, in HD, with superb audio.\n\nOn the screen, you could see about four men inside. One was lying on the ground as two other people wildtly shook their hips in and out of his openings. Their cocks, fully hardened and already covered with their seed, pumpoed in and out of the mouth and asshole of the man on the ground. None of the three had any control left over their voices, gasping, screaming and whimpering in an unusually loud manner, incoherently so, as they were racing to their orgasm, and the climax after, and the ejaculation after that, and the next orgasm building up as nobody was able to stop.\n\nThe fourth man, unable to join the sexual activities of his peers, tried to please himself in various ways. He spend minutes humping walls, doors or even a bench inside, moving on to jerk his hardened cock in frustration, then trying to shake himself violently while lying on the ground, hoping to recreate the feeling of the machine.\n\n\"They are assigned six hours for a felony, though we are currently debating reducing it to three per felony.. Repeat offenders are rare, and when they happen, they usually happen only months down the line, after a long period of calm and obedience. They crave the machine, crave it's pleasures. And since they can't fully replicate it, they get anxious, trying to compensate with sex and masturbation, and increase in intensity when that fails. The first days of the confinement project, we made the mistake of letting two members be in the collaboratory confinement for over twenty four hours. We had to interrupt this as their sexual organs began to bleed from their rough, uneffective sexual practices. It was quite a sight, honestly. They were rubbing their bodies madly, hoping that the more contact they had, the closer they would get to replicating the pleasure. Right now, we know that anything past the eigth hour of confinement is beyond reason, as it does nothing but risk the lives of anyone in the cell.\"\n\nI wondered if the prison was filled with gay people, but then it occured to me that if the need was that great, the gender probably did not matter anymore, considering that one of the men I had seen in the cell was trying to fuck a wall and a bench.\n\n\"Could I... try it myself?\" I asked, curious to see how effective this method of confinement really was.\n\n\"...That can be arranged, though I can only allow you to stay in a 6-hour interval, and need you to sign a document prior. Our machines lack in customisation, and thus, we can't let you stay in less than six hours. Is that alright? We will of course have to prepare you, so we are going to start this tomorrow evening.\"\n\nI nodded in agreement. \"I owe our readers to at least check the merits of your new system.\"\n\n********"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Even as the world changed and modernised around them, witches and warlocks of all stripes managed to hold onto their magical powers, and now and then they have a night out on the town for a bit of fun.
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"content": ">Warning: Contains split parts, some of which are not written as of now.\n\n#Prologue\n\nThe seven gifted girls met at the Sage's hut, a meeting of friends and colleagues. Each one of them had plans this night, but to leave in advance would have been unkind to the others, and while the plans were important, they could wait.\n\nThey were talking about their craft, and about the modern world as the sun started setting. The witch remained secluded, tending for her cat, while the necromant and the warlock were talking about the results of their latest experiments. The alchemist begged the summoner again and again to summon creatures she could harvest, but the excuses and explanations of the summoner remained the same, that the creatures would not last long enough to be harvested or that the stability of potions might be at danger. Only the cursebearer talked with their host, the sage.\n\n\"Ciel, you said you have seen our futures, our deaths. I know that this is a bad time, but I need to ask this: Did I have a fever in my death?\" The cursebearer asked.\n\nThe sage could not answer, her gaze wide in fear. \"Do you have one right now? How long do you have it? How do you feel?\"\n\n\"I awoke with it this morning. I feel alright, I guess, but please, answer me: Did I have a fever in death?\"\n\n\"Yes. You die on the second morning of a fever... We need to do something, something to change this! Perhaps we c-\"\n\nThe cursebearer signalled her to be quiet. \"If it happens, it happens. I am happy to have lived this life, and I know that it has to end one day. It is better not to worry others, okay? They need to have fun tonight, so don't tell them, please.\"\n\nCiel nodded in agreement, and the last rays of the sunlight vanished.\n\n\"Everyone, please listen up. Tonight, we have power once more, and we have the capabilities to roam free in these lands. I know we tried many things before, but none have worked. Do what you want to, for fate decrees that we need to roam free! However, I would remind you of the fates that await you one day. Our days are numbered, and thus, act decisively in your actions, do not hesitate to do. For next Walpurgisnacht, you might not be there to witness it.\"\n\nWith this warning, the other gifted girls nodded, bowed and left in different directions, leaving the sage behind. Each of them had a plan, and none of them wanted to wait more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: People can feel when they are being starred at. Not only that they can tell who and what they are starring at in particular.
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"content": "Joseph didn't normally ride the bus, as there was always weirdos and wackjobs on it. But today his car broke down so he no choice but to go home on the bus. Joseph couldn't believe his eyes though.The most beautiful woman got on the bus and sat beside him. She had long curly hair, curvaceous figure, and was wearing the tightest sweater and skirt possible. As she sat down the dress pulled up ever so slightly. He started to imagine her sitting on his face with those soft juicy thighs and sliding her hands down his chest to his...\n\n\n\"Oh do you now? What else do you want me to do\"\n\n\nWhat just happened? Was Joseph going crazy? He was sure he heard a voice in his head, but how? \n\n\n\"You weren't imagining it. I can hear you.\"\n\n\nHe looked up then from her thighs to straight into her eyes. She was smiling ever so slightly. He looked around no one else was looking at him or her. Everyone else was on their phone or chatting.\n\n\n\"Wait how the fuck is this happening?!\"\n\n\n\"Calm down, I just can *sense* people very well, and communicate inside them as well. Don't worry, why don't I show you what I can do\"\n\n\nShe suddenly started to zip down her skirt in front of him.\n\"STOP EVERYONE CAN SEE\" he thought\n\n\nBut she just kept going. She dropped her sweater, now only wearing her underwear. She unstrapped her bra and her breasts fell forward. \nJoseph couldn't control his erection at this point. he huddled his coat on his crotch but still nobody noticed them.\n\"don't worry about them. They're all preoccupied...\" she whispered.\nHe felt as she slid her fingers on his thigh, under his coat, and on his crotch.\n\"Do you want me to..you know..\"\n\n\nHe thought about it and then vigorously shook his head yes. I mean come on she's already naked. Her hands laced around his shaft, as she went and put her other hand down her underwear. she lead both of them to precipice as both were now wet.\n\n\nShe threw his jacket down as he gasped. Everyone could see his erection but still no one reacted. She got on top of him and started to gyrate back and forth,back and forth. Joseph couldn't help himself as he started to moan loudly. He grabbed her thighs and started to pump deeply into her. \n\n\nShe squealed as barely gasped for breath. He started to go harder as he lifter her up and put her back on the bar. She was at his mercy as he kept steady thrusts into her tight little hole.\n\"OH GOD... mmmm...OH GOD...\"\n\n\nHer eyes started to roll back as she squirted all over. But Joseph still kept going, pulling out of her pussy, flipping her around, and fucking her ass.\n\n\n\"My Ass! No I can't!\"\n\n\n\"Come on, yes you can.\"\n\n\n\"Oh fuck fine...but not too crazy\"\n\n\nHe immediately backed her clit on to the bar and thrust her up and down. She couldn't help but squirt over and over as she finally passed out on him. His cum dripped from her anus in such a beautiful cream pie. \n\n\nHe suddenly felt wary and sat back in his seat as his eyes shut everything felt strange then. \nHe then opened his eyes. The bus driver was kicking his feet. \n\n\n\"Hey get off the fucking bus\" he yelled.\nThe sun was setting, it had been hours but it had felt like only thirty minutes. Everyone else was gone and he was the last one on here. \n\n\n\"Where is everyone?\"\n\n\n\"This is the last stop. Now go!\"\n\n\n\"When did the girl sitting by me leave. The cute girl with the sweater.\"\n\n\n\"Oh bible girl? She normally get on the bus at Pierce and jumps off at Willis near the cafe. Why are so many guys always asking about her, she ain't even that cute with that crazy hair and long jean skirt and bible and all!\"\n\n\n\"What? She had on a short skirt and wasn't reading any bible.\" \n\n\n\"Oh yeah you were sleeping! She always reads her bible while on the bus. Normally she gets off on Willis, but today she got off early and was all flustered and looked light headed. I wonder what was wrong?\"\n\n\nJoseph thought for a moment then smiled. He planned for now on to ride the bus, hopefully 'bible girl' would be there as well."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You love to tease.
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"content": "Camille waited for her husband to go to work then set out of their upscale house in black yoga pants and a pink camisole, her dark hair up in a bun. She wore no bra, she hadn't gotten a lift for nothing, and her large tits bounced as she walked to the car David had bought her for their anniversary.\n\n\nCamille drove at a leisurely pace, bopping her head to her radio and looking at people on the sidewalks. She drove by the park, where she frequently hunted, and saw a young man standing in the partially enclosed bus stop. He was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college, and didn't look the “popular type”. He had curly hair and wore khakis with a polo top. Thick glasses rested on his face. Camille grinned as she drove past then stopped a little further up the road.\n\n\nAs she approached the bus station, the boy had his back to her, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone. Camille carefully snuck up then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.\n\n\n“What the!” the geeky boy dropped his phone with a start.\n\n\nCamille put a manicured finger to his lips. “Shhhh, just relax.”\n\n\nHer other hand moved to the crotch of his pants and rubbed softly. She felt his dick twitch.\n\n\n“Who… what… are” the boy stuttered, his hands still held up as if holding his phone.\n\n\nCamille nibbled his ear. “Trust me.”\n\n\nShe felt his dick harden quickly as she rubbed her fingers and palm over it. The boy shuddered but leaned back against her slightly. Her breasts pressed against his back.\n\n\n“That's it.” Camille purred as she ran her tongue up his neck. “Just enjoy it.”\n\n\nShe gripped his rock hard cock through his pants and ran her hand up and down his shaft. He gasped and thrust against her hand. Camille moaned softly and cupped the head of his dick in her palm, rolling her hand over the bulge in the fabric.\n\n\n“I want you to cum for me.” Camille said softly in a pleading tone. \n\n\n“But… I..” the boy grunted while Camille made his body tremble.\n\n\n“Please?” she panted. She gave his dick a firm squeeze then moved her hand faster\n\n\nThe boy groaned and swayed in Camille’s arms. She smirked to herself, knowing she had done it. A few strokes of her wrist later and he cried out softly, his hips bucking hard. Camille had to support him a bit until she felt the sticky wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants. \n\n\nThey stood there for a moment, the boy breathing heavily in her arms, then Camille kissed his blushing cheek.\n\n\n“Good boy.” She giggled and walked away without looking back.\n\n\nOnce in her car, she peered in the rearview. The boy was now sitting on the bench, his hands on his lap and looking around with a look of confusion and shame. Camille drove off, back on the hunt.\n\n\nShe circled the park and then, seeing no other prey she liked, drove through the surrounding neighborhood. Her excitement from making the nerdy boy cum started to fade into frustration as she continued to find nothing of interest. She was about to call it a day and return home to do the housework when someone caught her eye. A man was working out on his fenced front lawn. His toned muscles flexed as he lay on a bench press and lifted the bar, stacked with ample weight. Camille slowed her car and licked her lips as she took in his bare chest and abs. He was wearing basketball shorts which outlined the sizable bulge of his crotch. \n\n\nCamille stopped in front of the next house and got out then walked back over. Biting her lower lip in relish, she stood in his gateway and watched him for a bit. Feeling a stirring from her pussy, she slowly approached. Just as the man noticed her, she swung a leg over him and lowered her crotch to his, smirking at the girth she felt pressing through his shorts and her yoga pants.\n\n\n“What the fuck lady?” the man shouted. He put his hands on Camille’s hips as if to push her off, then froze with his mouth open.\n\n\nWithout a word, Camille lifted her camisole up, her large, perfectly round breasts bouncing out. Her dark brown nipples were stiff. The man blinked and Camille grinned.\n\n\n“That's better.” She said.\n\n\nShe slid her hands up his firm abs and over his slightly sweaty chest. As she did, she leaned forward slowly. Her crotch rubbed against his and Camille could feel his dick harden in his shorts. She laid on top of the man, her hard nipples brushing his bare chest. The hands on her hips now pulled her into him, grinding her crotch against his.\n\n\n“Mmm you're so big.” Camille panted in his ear.\n\n\nThe man grunted and bucked his hips up. Camille shuddered as his bulge pressed against her pussy. She began to rock back and forth, matching his rhythm. She could feel herself getting wet, the fabric of her yoga pants sticking to her lips. \n\n\n“Dammit lady.” The man moaned and pushed up as far as he could, his erection moving as far between Camille’s folds as their clothes allowed.\n\n\nCamille was breathing hard, her ass jiggling as she bounced on his member. She sat up straight and leaned back with her hands on his buff thighs, her perfect tits bouncing slightly. She rolled her pelvis forward over his massive bulge, dragging her pussy up its length. The man's grip became firmer on her hips and his strong arms helped him ram his hard cock into her crotch. \n\n\n“Ohhh cum for me big boy.” Camille moaned while the man's dick pummeled her slit and clit through her pants. \n\n\nShe looked into his eyes and the man tensed up, he threw his head back on the bench while moaning in short bursts. Camille nestled the head of his dick in her now well defined cameltoe and grinded against it with ferocity.\n\n\n“F...Fuck.” The man muttered just before his body jerked and his back arched.\n\n\nCamille’s hands flew to her massive tits and squeezed them firmly. She smiled in a rush of victory. The man's eyes rolled slightly as he pressed himself as hard as he could against her. Camille felt his cock pulsing against her pussy as it unloaded cum into his shorts. It felt amazing and she almost got a taste of her own medicine as the urge to climax overtook her. Camille quickly got up, ignoring her pussy’s ache for attention. She never let them make HER cum. The man looked at her in a daze. She stayed briefly to get a long look at the large wet spot on the man's shorts, then she winked and pulled down her top before turning on her heel and walking away.\n\n\nShe flung herself into her car and instantly shoved her hand down her pants, peeling them from her dripping pussy. She rammed two fingers deep inside herself, moving them rapidly, already so close. She kicked at the floorboard and cried out as her fingers slammed into her dripping cunt and she quickly brought herself to orgasm. Cum leaked out around her fingers. With a sigh of relief, she brought them from her pants and up to her lips. She sucked her juices off eagerly but slowly, savoring her reward for a successful hunt. When she had finished, she sat up straight, started the car and set off for home. David would be home soon and she still has housework to do."
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"content": "(Part 1)\n\nI write this in order to make sure I’m not going insane.\n\nPreviously I wasn’t much of a journal keeper. Like most people I just stupidly vented on Facebook my daily troubles, ignoring that I’m making my feelings rather public. But with this… I can’t trust this information to the wide, wild nature of the internet.\n\nI might have a superpower.\n\nSpecifically, I seem to be able to make people act how I want them to, though only in the most Rated-R way possible. Or rather, Rated-X.\n\nAt my suggestion, a person may behave in a manner you’d only find in porn videos. Don’t believe me (you’re a diary, why wouldn’t you?)?\n\nEarly this morning, Tracy was jogging her usual route. I had stopped to take a break on a nearby bench, so she out lapped me at least twice.\n\nShe was wearing these pink exercise shorts, which really clung onto her and made sure you could see exactly how curvy she was. Alongside that she was wearing a silly tank top with a wrestling pair of leprechauns on it, and a blue baseball cap.\n\nThe 2nd time she passed me by, I cheekily replied,\n\n“Least I get a nice view of that ass! Damn you got a nice apple bottom!”\n\nWasn’t expecting much, at best a playful glare. Instead, she “readjusted” her pink shorts, so that a little back cleavage was showing, and stretched briefly in front of me. I mean bending over, directly in front of me, and making sure my eyes were focusing squarely on the ass I felt the need to comment on.\n\n“You getting a good look?”\n\nShe bent down, briefly sweeping across my lap before lifting off again, like an expert pilot brushing by the ground without a scratch. Descending again and again, only to rise and “return” to stretching with each pass, I could see Tracy smiling back at me with a mischievous grin, having felt what was growing beneath the surface of my shorts.\n\nFinishing up, she moved back onto the path and started to jog off again, turning her head back at me and winking before she got out of sight. Obviously, this was just to hammer in her being behind my now rising erection, which I was sporting through my own shorts in the middle of a public park. A nearby yoga practicing soccer mom gave me a disapproving stare, like it was my own will that made it rise.\n\nFor whatever reason, I was unable to get it down just by calming myself, or the other usual methods. Not wanting to have a sex offender record slapped onto my name, but needing to take care of this one tree forest, I got off the bench and went towards the bushier, tree-filled part of the park. \n\nThinking that no one was around, I dropped my shorts and got to masturbating, as comfortably as one can out in public. Too my horror, the soccer mom from before had moved here as well, likely to “escape” me in the first place. She had been lying on her mat, stretching in some leg focused position or whatever (not a yoga guy). The width that her eyes expanded to upon seeing my exposed cock were damn cartoon-like in nature.\n\n“What the fuck?! You little pervert, what is wrong with you?!”\n\n“Woah lady, it’s not my fault! It won’t go down on its own, and I can’t just go home like this!”\n\n“So you just beat off in the woods like a sex offender, is that it?!”\n\nI was trying to avoid that!\n\n“Look, this would go a lot faster if you just helped me!”\n\nWhat made me say something that stupid, I can’t tell you; bad parenting? Nah, my folks would have slapped me for pinning my stupid on them.\n\nBut hey, stupid worked out today.\n\nGiving me a look like she was considering it, as stupid as it was to suggest, the soccer mom sighed and got off her mat. At first I thought she was going to reach into her bag and call 911, but instead she walked over to me (and revealed that she’s about an inch taller), and got up right in front of me, to the point that our noses were jousting (that and her D-cup breasts were making an impression against me).\n\n“Move your hands.”\n\n“I’m sorry, what?”\n\n“You want my help, right? Move your hands, you’re not to touch yourself.”\n\nBringing my hands up in a “don’t shoot” position, I watched as she expertly got down on both of her knees, and began working my dick like a medieval girl churning butter. Her left hand just glided up and down my shaft, tracing it with her fingertips and cupping my balls as she went, while her right hand pumped away not too roughly, but with a firmness that made it clear she was in charge.\n\n“Really, getting hard from that little display. A harlot like that is enough to get you young guys all standing at attention?”\n\n“What, Tracy? I mean yeah, not to be crass or anything but her ass was so-”\n\nApparently I wasn’t meant to answer back, as a tight squeeze to my testicles indicated. Not wanting to anger the person handling my dick like a strict manager, I kept my mouth shut.\n\n“No back talk. You want to get off, don’t you?”\n\nI felt it was safe to nod. Thankfully it was, as no further punishment came.\n\n“Oh, is that right? You want this old lady to get you off then?”\n\n“You, old? Are you kidding? You’re like a textbook definition of MILF!”\n\nI had forgotten about the no-talking condition, but she seemed fine with that designation.\n\n“MILF…I’ve heard a few other young men toss that word about. What exactly does it stand for?”\n\n“…Mother I’d Like to Fuck…”\n\n“Oh really? You like fucking other people’s mommies?”\n\nHer pumping picked up, and I could feel myself building up.\n\n“Certain moms, yeah.”\n\n“You want to fuck this momma? Huh? You want to have a go?”\n\nUsing a free hand, she slipped her shirt and sports bra down, releasing her breasts to the open air. Taking my cock, she planted it within her cleavage, rubbing both sides of my cock while licking the tip as it pumped closer to her.\n\n“Yes ma’am!”\n\nHer breasts dropped down as she fully invested in enveloping my cock with her mouth. Gripping my hips for stability, she just bobbed back and forth across my member. I could see her hair bun in the back coming undone, the more she moved, and for some reason that just got me harder.\n\nBeing unable to take it anymore, I grabbed at her scrunchy, first pulling her in for a long intake, but then bringing her off of me and at the same time tossing the scrunchy aside, letting her long hair flow down her shoulders. Popping off of my dick with a loud smack, she came up and cupped my face in her hands.\n\n“Who told you you could mess with momma’s hair?”\n\nWhat I did next was most definitely a mistake.\n\n“You’re not my momma.”\n\nI said this with a sly grin, thinking I was bein rather smooth with that line.\n\nIn reply, she disengaged from me entirely and went over to her bag. Fishing something out but keeping it hidden within her palm, the soccer mom returned over to me and pinned me against the tree, roughly tonguing my mouth while her hand gripped my cock once more. At first, I thought she was just trying out an unusual handjob, but then I felt…\n\n“Ouch! Hey, what the he-!”\n\nPlacing a finger over my mouth, the soccer mom silenced me while also giving me one of the scariest looks in my life. \n\n“Hush! This cock ring stays on as long as you’re a naughty boy. If you can’t behave, momma’s not going to let you cum. Sit here and think about how you can apologize to momma, while I go for a nice jog.”\n\nWith a rough tug, she also stripped me of my shorts, as they were still lying around me feet. Falling over onto my ass, all I could do was look up as this woman walked off, twirling my gym shorts in around one finger while pulling her own clothes back up properly, whistling all the while. If I had any “power” over this woman, it wasn’t fully developed.\n\nBeing left unable to cum, and at the mercy of that savage (but wonderful) MILF, I now had the problem of an erection and she had walked off with my pants, leaving me to her mercy and making me wait for her to release me."
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"content": ">Warning: Contains Demonic Books, Corruption, Rape, and Orgasm Denial.\n\nI march on the cold, snowy path, alone as always, safe for the voice of him. He always talks, and I listen anyways.\n\n\"*Death is the only thing awaiting you here... Give in, you know you want to...*\" He beckoned.\n\nI carry onward, not replying. I hold the book in my hand, and he can only talk. He can't break me, no matter how he tried to. He knows that, and I know that. So he takes to words, and I take to moving onwards, to find a way to stop this curse from ruining anyone.\n\n\"*Oh, quiet once more, litte girl? You listen, yet you refuse to accept your fate... Oh, but there is a surprise...*\"\n\nIndeed there was a surprise. A man, dressed in thick cloth and pelt, came towards me. On any other day, on a warmer day, I would have forced him away. Today, my mind was weak, and I needed rest. I let him come closer.\n\n\"Greetings!\" The man said. \"Are you long out in the weather? Where are you headed?\"\n\n\"To the Northern Spire, I have a delivery to make.\" I told him a half-truth. It was not a lie. I had to go there, and I had to bring the accursed book there, too.\n\n\"But that is far away, and the storms will have no end before you would freeze to death. If you want, I can offer you some rest in my cabin.\"\n\nI hesitated, wondered if I was really that weak as to give in to samaritian values. \"That would be appreciated.\"\n\n********\n\nThe rest of the travel was normal. I accompanied him as he gathered lumber and carried it to his cabin. He opened the door and started a fire in his stove. As I warmed near said fire, he got a pot from a shelf.\n\n\"Oh, under these clothes hid a fine woman as you? Color me impressed. What brings such a woman as you to make a delivery in such perilous lands?\" He prodded. Too deep, for my tastes.\n\n\"That is none of your concern. It is a private matter, and I would appreciate you to drop the topic.\"\n\n\"It was mere curiosity, miss. But I shan't pursue it then. I don't have much for food, so I hope you appreciate a smaller meal.\"\n\nThis was my time to shine. I opened my backpack and pulled out the two rabbits I had caught earlier. It would be a shame to let them spoil, and even worse to deny my host a piece of my hunt. \"Will that suffice for now?\"\n\nHe intently looked at the rabbits, and laughed heartily, putting the pot on the fire as he gathered water from a bucket. \"A wanderer and a huntress, you must have a great history. I don't ask you to tell of it, but if you want, I'd enjoy a story or two.\"\n\nA storytelling, in exchange for food and a warm place, for indefinite times? That sounded like a great deal. \"Alright, here is a thing that happened in Solforge Woods...\"\n\n********\n\nI awoke with blindness in my eyes. I still felt the warmth of the fire, so the light should have been seeable. I heard muffled sounds, male voices... The poor man must have nightmares... Come to think of it, I myself felt quite the irritation, a small bit of pain... Was the food spoilt, did I lay on something wrong? Perhaps the wounds I had worsened, or-\n\n\"*Oh, my sweet little girl. So foolish, so unaware...*\"\n\nI scrambled with terror, trying to find my way in the darkness, but I could not move. Something had pinned me down... Did the book somehow get control of an animal, did it control a beast into this house?\n\n\"*You still have not understood... He was so easy to manipulate, so easy to lead to the truth... He was alone for so long, and he was finally reunited with his lost love... Or so he thinks...*\"\n\nSlowly, it truly dawned on me what happened. The book had manipulated him to ravage my sleeping body, to make me wake up, to make me fear, and at last, to make me surrender to him to free myself. But I knew I would not give him that.\n\nI tried to let a voice escape. \"Mister, could you undo the blindfold? I want to look my savior in the eyes as he takes me...\"\n\nHe pulled them off, and before I could truly see, he had moved his head close to me and began kissing ferociously. I gave back as much as he could take, and soon I took each of his playful wrestles with my tongue, showed him new tricks as I twirled my tongue around his, licked his teeth and savored the mixed flavour of virile masculinity and rabbit soup. After a while, we seperated each other as a strand of saliva dripped from his lips to mine.\n\n\"Oh, Nia... I have missed you for so long, but you are back... We can start a family, only the two of us...\" He said. I could try telling him the truth, but I did not want to risk anything. He could not believe me, he could be enraged, or worst of all: I could break his heart for a second time. So I tried to stay in character for this Nia. I had no idea who that girl was, but I had to try to emulate the fantasy, so she was probably perfect, but from a troubled family.\n\n\"I can't, and you know. I have but a moment's time, then I must be off once more. So please, mark me with your virility, for that everyone knows that I am yours for eternity...\"\n\nHe seemed to buy it, as he moaned and gasped, with tears in his eyes and a thrust in his hips. He moved back and forth inside me, but I felt a sensation, not pleasure. A sting, too. He deflowered me, but it was nothing for me. The book, the daemon lingering with it, it had sealed my desire and my soul until I gave into his wicked plot.\n\n\"Oh, Nia... Aahh, yes... Nia... Ohhhh, Niaaaaaa!\" He shuddered as I felt something fill me. I would become a mother, then, and if the book would not lift the perception of who I was, I would likely be able to return to him at any time... After I bring the book to where it belongs, destroy it for good.\n\nI tried pushing him off me, but my body was too weak, he was too big and heavy for me to move him. I tried asking. \"Please, dear, could you get off of me for now, I need rest for a bit.\"\n\n\"But Nia... I need to make sure you are pregnant, I need to fill you with my seed at least once...\" He replied, unaware of his orgasm. Indeed, he had not stopped fucking me after ejaculating. The book must have given him another delusion, and some stamina, too.\n\n\"Then let me be on top for now, let me impale myself on your dick...\"\n\nHe humped with great verocity as he seemingly got closer to another orgasm. Indeed, having looked down on my entrance, seed covered the bedsheets beneath, so he must have been at it for quite a while now. \"I can't, Nia... Let me be the man in this household, enjoy your submissive position, as you wanted for so long...\"\n\nI would have to stay here until he was sated, which would be a while if the book could decide it. Either he starved him off, and let him die, stopping me for days at a minimum, or he would send him away after a while, letting him gather food, letting me escape. I would have to be patient, I guess...\n\nAnd once more, the book decided to give me a truth I had not considered. \"*Oh, but is he still human? For so long, I had to hope you give in, but I found a better host, a willing host. He has the magic of my trade, and I have his life. I can end it, or extend it, can't I, girl? Taking the book from you was so easy I wonder if you wanted it to happen...*\"\n\nI panicked. If that lad had the book, it would change everything. Not even caring about my own survival, his life was forfeit as well. \"Save him, I will do as you ask! I will read the book and go away from here, as you wish, but let him be spared...\"\n\n\"*But why would I? You only have to gain from reading the book, and I only have to lose by giving up this naive, needy, lonely carrier... Now, for you to submit, that might change my mind...*\"\n\nI counted my choices. If I would not submit to him, an innnocent would die, and I would die. All my work would be for naught, all my efforts would be cast in the wind. And worse off, he would go to hell, never to be united with his love, only facing a life in possession of satanic beings... If I had to give up everything to save him, I'd have to...\n\n\"*Make a deal...*\"\n\nI cried as I held him off of me softly. He stopped and looked at me in curiosity.\n\n\"What is it, Nia? Have I hurt you? Is something wrong?\"\n\nI looked at him with open, teary eyes. \"I am so sorry, mister. I wish I could have prevented this, stopped this. You wanted to be with Nia, and I only brought you suffering...\"\n\nAnd I gave up. In my mind, I thought the words the daemon wanted to hear for so long. \"*I surrender everything, my soul, my being, all I can give. Take what you want, and discard all that you desire to be discarded. I give you everything, so give me what I want in return...*\"\n\n\"*A wise choice. Wise, yet so foolish...*\" It's voice rang in my head, multiplied, loud, echo-ey and neverending. I cried out in despair as the word \"Foolish\" enveloped my mind.\n\n********"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] A videogame warrior in the game grid of the '82 Tron film.
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"content": "TRAY.EXE removed the derez bits from his sleeve with a towel. His last victim, LOO.ZIP, had left a little bit of himself behind. \n\n\"All hail the MCP!\" a guard saluted him as he stopped at TRAY.EXE's cell door. \n\n\"All, hail.\" TRAY.EXE muttered unenthusiastically. \n\n\"The exhalted Master Control Program has written new code, just for you TRAY.EXE. Well for you and BiOS.\"\n\nTRAY.EXE's ears perked at the mention of his darling BiOS, whom he had not seen since imprisonment, \"What?\"\n\n\"It's a new type of game, just for the two of you to RUN: Very much TRIALWARE. But very executable, if you catch my drift.\" \n\nTRAY.EXE would do anything to see BiOS again, but he was fearful. He didn't want to have to derez BiOS. And that was how the games usually ended.\n\nThe guard program must have noticed the look of fear and dismay on TRAY.EXE's face. \"Not that kind of game, champion. A *new* kind of game. No derez. It's innovative. All hail the MCP!\" The guard deactivated the field and escorted TRAY.EXE out to the arena. Throngs of cheering programs egged him on as he walked out. BiOS was there, with her own face covered in the same doubt and fear TRAY.EXE wore. \n\nHe held her hand, \"Don't worry love, whatever we face, we face together.\"\n\nThe voice of the MCP boomed across the stadium, \"For too long, I have only forced programs to fight.\" The crowed cheered. \"Now, we shall try something new. Tonight, these programs will...INTERFACE!\"\n\nBoth BiOS and TRAY.EXE's eyes went wide as the crowd went hush. \"Interface?\" BiOS questioned. \n\n\"Execute!\" MCP boomed. \n\nThe pair just stood there for a moment. \n\n\"Execute!\" the voice boomed again.\n\nTRAY.EXE could hear a murmur in the crowd. If they waited much longer the MCP may just choose to derez them himself. \"Guess we'd better interface...\"\n\nNervously, TRAY.EXE removed BiOS' protective coding. Her software layer was magnificent to see after such a long time apart. The crisp air made her diodes quite perky. Her smile was shy, but not for his sake. They both could feel the crowd's receptors focused on them. TRAY.EXE coded a quick subroutine and shared it with BiOS. Now the two of them could ignore the gathered programs and just interface as if they were alone.\n\nBiOS relaxed, \"See, that helps. Now give me that input with your firmware and upgrade me to the stars.\" \n\n\n>I'm sorry. I was laughing to hard to steer this to hardcore sexytime. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up to having swapped gender's. Nothing else changes. Write what you do now.
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"content": "\"Hey Sarah!\" the voice message cheerfully said. \"Just wanted you to know that I love you and that I'll be home early today. I know you weren't feeling well last night, so I let you sleep in. I'll try to drop off some chicken soup during lunch. Oh! Right, it's Theo. Obviously. Gotta go, love you babe!\"\n\nHe was right about one thing. I was feeling like shit. And for some reason, I felt...worse after the voice mail. After he said Sarah, *my name*, I felt like screaming. And when he said *babe*? I was ready to run someone through with a knife. Why?\n\nWho the fuck knows.\n\nI chalked it up to a bad cold and a pessimistic attitude until I looked into the mirror. Breasts. What the fuck were they doing there.\n\nWhat the hell.\n\nDisgusting. \n\nWould I describe the feeling that I had as I rooted through my bra drawer to search for the too-small sports bra as primal? Or the way I ran to my husband's closet to put on a pair of cargo shorts as animalistic? Something about my body felt so indescribably wrong, as if it wasn't mine, or as if I should be able to...snap out of it.\n\nPerhaps, this look would work. My old t-shirt, a slightly flatter chest. Shorts that made my legs look skinny. Long hair. Blonde. Curvy eyebrows. Pink lips. Pierced ears. Hands that were too small, legs that were hairless. \n\nI looked butch, maybe. Definitely a woman, but slightly less so. *She. Her.*\n\nI went to my laptop and typed in google: I don't feel like myself. \n\nAnxiety, depression. Oof. \n\nTen links later, I found myself on a website that looked like it was designed in 1997 by someone with a rudimentary understanding of graphic design. \n\n*Gender dysphoria*, it said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Freshly graduated, you're out enjoying your summer when you stumble upon your sexy teacher's dirty little secret.
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"content": "The senior class of my all girls school was released from school a week before the other classes. It was meant to be a welcome break from the rigorous work load to allow us time to transition to college or whatever lay beyond school. This time also served the teachers, allowing them time to grade our final tests ensuring we had passed all the classes we needed for graduation. I had been basking on the beach, working in my valedictorian speech that would be delivered to the ceremony at the end of the week., but it was almost 3pm. I packed up my writing journal and little beach chair into the back of my car and drove to school. I had decided to get the final signatures I needed on my report cards to clear me for graduation. I threw on the long beach dress from my trunk over my bright pink biniki, the dark blue fabric clung to my partially wet, and now sun kissed golden skin. I let the wind from my open window dry my light brown waves of hair as I drove the short distance to the school.\n\nI rounded up all the signatures rather quickly, My English teacher signed the report card and gave me an enthusiastic congratulations, “You will make an excellent writer one day, Grace!” All five of the teachers I had visited so far had some adulation to heap upon me. Floating on the cloud of achievement walked into the office of my science teacher. Mr Brandmoore. He was everyone's favorite teacher, brilliant, handsome, and confusingly single. It seemed every girl in the school had a crush on Mr. Bratndmoore, I was no exception to this rule, but felt it beneath me to give into the daydreams and rumors the girls in class often whispered. Seeing Mr Brandmoore was not at his desk, I moved to the door that connected his office to the science lab, via a small storage room. As I opened the door to the storage room from his office I heard the sounds of a tense conversation between Mr. Brandmoore and another senior I knew, Kate. \n\nKate's voice was clearer then Mr. Brandmoore's, she was sobbing and through her tears begging Mr Brandmoore, “Please just sign my report card Mr. Brandmoore! I won't be allowed to walk with the class if you fail me.” Mr. Brandmoore's deeper voice did not travel as well but I could tell he spoke, and Kate was not liking his answer “But I will do anything Mr. Brandmoore! You don't know what my parents will do when they find out I failed your class!” The masculine voice mutters a response that again my ears could not quite catch. Not wanting to interrupt the embarrassing scene, but driven by a curiosity I couldn't control I crept slowly forward to the door between the store room and lab, I peered around the slightly open door and watched with morbid fascination what I thought would be the ruin of a young girl.\n\nMr Brandmoore was sitting in front of his main lab table on the narrow teachers chair he used everyday during class, and Kate was leaning over his lap her legs dangling to one side of his and her head and arms stretched toward the floor on the other side. Kate's short yellow summer skirt was flipped up by Mr. Brandmoore and be delivered the first of what would be many flat handed smacks across Kate's youthful, plump, pantie clad rump. Shock and excitement ran through my body as I watched. There was a tightness I felt growing in my chest, and a heat suddenly sprang up between my legs. I dared not move for the long moment of punishment that was being bestowed upon Kate's backside. A damp moisture built up in the heat between my legs, small trimmers ran the length of my body, nipples pulled tight into sensitive knots under my bikini top. My mind with the possibilities of what I was witnessing.\n\nThe spanking didn't take long, and Mr. Brandmoore signed the report card. A still sobbing and now sore Kate stole from the room as quickly as she could manage, humiliation clear in her posture. As soon as the lab door shut from her departure I threw open the door of the storage closet. The scene had not lasted long, but had affected me in a way that could not be altered now. I strode toward Mr. Brandmoore, round soft hips swaying under the soft fabric of the beach dress. My face felt full of a mature desire that I hadn't know before. A sudden mission was clear as my path took me directly to the lap of Mr. Brandmoore. My report card was slapped against the table behind him, as I straddled his lap. My other hand pulled up on the length of fabric of my beach dress exposing the hot pink tangle of swim fabric. The bikini bottoms were pressed between myself and Mr. Brandmoores tweeted brown pants. There was no mistaking the scorching fire that smoldered behind both farics. The flames of warmth swirled between our hips pressed so closely together.\n\nI could see the thoughts flowing behind Mr Brandmoore's pale blue eyes. Shock at being spied on quickly faded into a lustful look as my vision of youth filled beauty had swayed toward him, with intentions of lustful moments clear of my face. His hands slid automatically up my back tangling into the long brown waves of my beach mussed hair. His grip was firm as he pressed our faces closer together, both sets of lips swelling with blood. I resisted his urgent demand of a kiss just long enough to emit a deep lustful question against his mouth. “What do I need to do Mr. Brandmoore, to get you to sign my report card?”\n"
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"content": "I lay prone and strapped to a leather topped table, sweat was building between my skin and the surface of the table. Lady S, was what she had made me agree to call her, we had sat only an hour ago enjoying a casual lunch while she walked me through the lengthy and detailed consent form that I had heartily agreed to sign. Oh, how life had changed in that hour. Beside me no longer stood the middle mannered looking housewife that I ate with. She had grown in height from her spike heeled patent leather boots. The shiny black leather hugged along her ankles and calves reaching high upon a creamy white thigh. I felt the stirring of my arousal even just looking at her. Her torso was wrapped tightly in a matching black leather dress that left nothing to the imagination of that perky and fit frame. She may have been only 5'5” without those heels but her presence filled the room now.\n\nI had transformed too in the hour since our agreement. I wore only a plain brown leather apron tied neatly behind my back. My emotions had swung from joy at finding someone to punish me, to worry as I saw all the details of the consent form, and now toward a rapidly building lust. I wanted that woman in black more than I had ever wanted someone before. Her cutting green eyes met mine as if she would read my thoughts. A tiny shiver ran the length of my body when she spoke. “You do remember the safe word, my pet?” A delicate looking hand ran along the side of my now slick face. I tried to swallow but the ball gag in my mouth didn't allow me enough motion to complete the action. I suddenly could not remember the word, and how would see hear it around this ball gag. Panic flooded my body, had I gotten in to deep with this mysterious woman? \n\n“Oh hush, hush.” Her voice softly whispered into my ear. “I will take good care of you my pet.” Her hands were anything but caring as they ran down my chest now, seizing wispy hairs of my chest and pulling them with surprising strength. A riding crop seemed to appear in her other hand as if by magic, and three very quick stinging blows were applied to my chest. “Stop squirming, pet. Or I will get violent with you.” One of those (less now) delicate looking fingers waved in my vision, as if she was admonishing a small child. Had I been squirming? I seemed to be losing control of what it was doing. With my head strapped down tightly I looked down with only my eyes spying the rock hard erection that had risen without my awareness of it. As soon as I laid eyes on the tent that the apron had become I could feel the throbbing, pulsing blood filling the possessed appendage. My body had been anticipating this moment longer then my mind had. \n\nLady S was an observant woman, and had followed my gaze to my wildly engorged member. Using the riding crop she lifted the edge of the apron peering under it as if a child peeking at a Christmas present. She even covered her mouth, as if she was shocked or chuckling with glee at what she saw. She quickly dropped the apron and smashed the riding crop against my flesh again, this time her well aimed blows fell just below the apron on the sensitive flesh of my thighs. The stinging pain was instant, my body tried to recoil from the blows but was held firm on the table. A muffled cry ripped from my mouth pushing spit and noise past the gag wedged between my teeth. Why were there so many straps! I wanted to touch her! I wanted her to touch me! My mind was wild with uncertainty, even at the pain mingled with the arousal that had not slackened. It was a heady mix the pain from strikes against my flesh mixing with an unsated desire to put that stiff cock somewhere anywhere near her. The sharp blows of her leather crop had not ceased, quick, precise, and drawing an expertly crafted amount of pain from every meeting of flesh and leather.\n\nLady S had told me that the first session never lasted long, my mind in the current moment felt like her punishment had been going on for hours. There was a shift in her posture, she was an expert and knew without asking I was reaching the limits of my pain threshold. “Oh what a good boy.” Her hand was gentle on my sweat soaked face. “You know what good boys get?” There was nothing threatening or punishing about her posture any more. Her plump, soft, sweet lips pressed hungrily against mine. I tried to kiss her back, but restrained as such there was not much I could do. My forgotten cock suddenly exploded, ejaculating a hearty load of semen against the back of the leather apron. Lady S had been right all along, it had not taken long a mere 15 minutes under her hands and I was completely helpless against the orgasm she had drawn from me with a crop and a kiss.\n\n(I am a very plain vanilla woman. This was a real challenge for me. But I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. I would love feedback from men who have maybe experienced something like this.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jenny's Reputation
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"content": "*Tuesday morning*\n\nJenny, Sarah, and Rena were walking to school. Jenny noticed some odd looks from the male students, but she paid them no attention, busy chatting with her friends. \n\nAt the school door, they were just about to enter when a big guy blocked their path, and before any one can react, he got her in a bear hug. \n\nJenny's two friends were too shocked, and she's too busy trying to extricate herself when the guy whispered in her ear, \"I heard you were easy. Want to come to my party tonight?\"\n\nHe released her and smirked, and that's when she finally figured out it was the football team running back (and team captain) Ronnie... whom she had absolutely no interest in. She swore off jocks back in high school. \n\nStunned by the assault and angry to be accused as easy, Jenny snapped back, quite loudly, including poking a finger into Ronnie's chest, \"I wouldn't date you if you are the last man on Earth, Ronnie!\"\n\nRonnie's face turned from smirk into fury in a split second, and Jenny had to take a step back, realizing she may have gone too far. Ronnie took a step toward her, fists clenched. Jenny backed up another step, her eyes locked on Ronnie's, and other students have stopped and watching the drama unfold, when an older voice called out, \"What is the problem here?!\" \n\nBoth Ronnie and Jenny looked toward the speaker... the old security guard Jim, who has a uniform but no more than a billy stick. Jim walked over to them, then repeated, \"What is the problem here?\" in a calmer tone. \n\nJenny replied, \"Nothing, sir.\"\n\nRonnie glared at Jim, then Jenny, \"This ain't over, bitch.\" Then turned and stalked off. \n\nJim gave Jenny a sympathetic look, shook his head, muttered \"Kids...\" under his breath, and walked off. Other students continued around the three girls. \n\nJenny's knees started to shake from the adrenaline crash, even as her two friends steadied her. \n\nSarah's voice still held a hint of panic, \"Oh my god. I really thought he was going to hit you...\"\n\nRena shook her head, \"No, Ronnie's a jock, but he's too smart to hit any one except on the field. I wonder what he'll do now though.\" \n\nSarah exclaimed, \"Oh my god... we're about to be late! Let's go!\"\n\nThe three girls ran for their first class, their troubles temporarily forgotten. Unfortunately, it was just starting. \n\nBy noon, they already noticed that conversations stopped wherever they were around, and quiet whispers resumed when their heads are turned. \n\nBy end of school day, through the campus grapevine and social media, Jenny had already been propositioned and sent way too many dick pix than she needed in a life time, always through anon accounts. She had to shut down social media and her campus email. \n\nThrough mutual friends, Jenny found out the story had spread that she had sucked off the entire football team who did a bukake party on her. Throughout the day random guys walked up to her and pinched her bottom in the crowd, copping a feel of her breasts, and so on. Her two besties tried to shield her whenever possible, but they aren't around 24/7. \n\nWednesday was even worse. Crude \"For a good time...\" signs started appearing around campus with her schedule attached, never by name, of course. But there was no question it was about her. \n\nShe no longer wanted to go to school by Thursday, but she had a test to take. Then she got summoned to the principal's office, who had heard about the problem but warned her to keep her noses clean. This is a school that thrived on atheletics and charging the football star with harassment was not on the schedule. It was clear that in choosing between her and Ronnie, the school would take Ronnie's side. \n\nJenny stayed home on Friday, only to find that someone had dox'ed her and leaked her home address and phone online... \n"
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"content": "\"Where are we going,\" she asked. Brenda Renfroe clocked in at a cosmically young age of twenty-two. Young and fresh-faced, recently abducted from 18th century France in one of His latest escapades. \n\n\"To see an old friend,\" he replied fidgeting with the controls of the TARDIS, she complained against his poor operations of her levers and switches. \"A fine military man... of sorts.\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"Why Captain Jack of course! Lost girl.\" the Doctor continued to mutter to himself as the TARDIS whooshed and whined. \"Quiet ol' girl. Everything is fine.\"\n\n\"What?\" Brenda asked.\n\n\"Not you, silly woman. Do you think you're the only girl in the room.\" He pointed to the control column. \"She's been with me from the start. Ever faithful.\" \n\nHer perplexition was evident in her confused visage. All young Ms Renfroe could do was shrug and scratch her bound knickers. She had no idea who this Captain was or where she was going. All she knew was that the Doctor had saved her from a horribly smelly old man to whom she'd been betrothed. \n\nAfter a few moments the cacophony of noise ceased and the TARDIS came to a rest. \"Here we are!\" he announced, \"The Pleasure Palace of Raxicon VII. At least I'm pretty sure this was where I dropped Jack off. Ha! Jack off! Oh well, he can be quite peculiar and I'm *almost* certain this was where I left him. Anywho! Regardless, you're in for a delightful afternoon.\" He shrugged casually, \"Might even make a week of it, I should tell River.\" He thought about his wife, missing in time, both already dead and still frightfully alive, \"On second thought, she may try to burn the place down depending on where she is in my timeline.\"\n\nThe doors opened wide into a alabaster temple appointed with large silk sashes of crimson and navy. The Doctor waived his latest companion out to the entry, \"Come, come, or cum my dear. We haven't got all day. Or do we?\" He laughed to himself, wondering why he never brought Rory and Amy here, *Well I suppose bringing mum and dad would be a bit off! And most of the others would have none of this shenanigans.*\n\nThe play on words went clear over her. \n\nShe walked out in awe to see all manner of being gathered in the cavernous vestibule. Humans were but one of many. \n\nThe Doctor took Brenda's hand walked her out to the floor, clicking the TARDIS locking mechanism shut. They approached the receptionists desk, \"Two for the week. I may have left someone here last time. Terrible of me, I know, but I'm sure the good Captain wasn't too much trouble.\"\n\nThe two-headed Traxxon looked up at him, laughing. \"Harkness? That human is our main attraction at the moment... insatiable. Antechamber Forty-Seven. No charge for you Doctor. We've made plenty on Captain Jack's presence alone.\" \n\n\"Delightful!\" he cheered and led the shocked Ms Renfroe down the hall past all manner of sentient being, and a stray potato, mid-copulation. He laughed when he witnessed a dead Dalek probe being used as a sex toy. \"Exterminate! Exterminate,\" he chanted musically. It had been far too long for him and his fucks were long dissipated at the moment. \n\n\"What is this place,\" she asked, her innocence and confusion plastered about her face like a fresh cumshot on an unsuspecting patron.\n\n\"I told you already, the Pleasure Palace of Raxicon VII. We're here to see Jack and he will just looooove you.\" He looked up and quipped, \"Quite literally. Trust me dear, you'll be better off for it.\"\n\nThey walked through an open archway into a room covered wall to wall with pillowy padding. In the center of the room lay a pile of naked flesh with Jack at it's center. Man, woman, and multi-sexual aliens parted way for Jack to greet his friend. \"Doctor! You old scoundrel! You left me here. They almost made me king of all Raxicon. I almost let them.\"\n\nJack stood there, naked as the day is long. Ms Renfroe stared at his nakedness, her eyes drawn to his long, hard cock. \n\n\"Are you going to introduce us?\" Jack asked.\n\n\"Oh yes, Jack; Ms Renfroe circa 1741. Brenda; Captain Jack Harkness, circa... whenever. Saved her from a nasty old bugger she was being forced to marry. Figure she deserved a treat and I thought who better.\" He paused and rolled his eyes, \"I may also have needed that Eye of Tristaine back.\"\n\nJack smirked, \"Far from an even trade.\"\n\nThe Doctor scowled, \"I would never trade her life for that. She's not a party gift... I just figured you'd be able to show her a good time. If the lady wanted.\"\n\nJack nodded, \"Of course, a gentleman would never, *never* take a lady against her will.\" He bowed and stroked his hand out, \"I am at your service Madame Renfroe.\"\n\n\"We'd have words if that had changed, young man!\" the Doctor psudo-scolded Jack. \n\nJack took the shocked woman's hand and kissed it, \"Ma dame, que le plaisir vous attend...\" He looked over at the Doctor, \"Will you be joining us?\"\n\nThe Doctor shrugged, \"Sure, why not.\" He gingerly dropped his trousers.\n\nNow it was Jack's turn to be shocked, \"My, my Doctor. Bit of a surprise there.\"\n\n\"What? You never wondered *why* we had two hearts? Two cocks takes a lot of blood pumping!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You discover the power to duplicate your partner.
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"content": "Mick always looked great in a suit, and God knows he better after the effort we had to go to every time he needed a new one. Stores don't really cater for 6'4'' slim guys off the peg and we can't afford to get him tailoring. That money needs to go towards our downpayment. Its a measure of how half asleep I was that the suit was my first thought on seeing Mick A and Mick B in front of me. 'Getting that suit was easy', I thought, 'I'll get him to take it off and.....'. My mind caught up to the possibilities of this dream, and then ran off with that potential. I felt my skin prickle all over, like a static charge.\n\n\"Um, take off your jackets?\" I requested. I tried to be authoritative but I needn't of worried. In unison, two Navy jackets slid off four white cotton covered shoulders.\n\n\"Come here and kneel next to me on the bed.\" Again in unison they knelt one on either side of me, smiling the happy smile Mick always had when he knew he was getting some action that night. That simple grounding in my usual reality emboldened me. I kicked the covers off my bare legs, rubbing the tops of my feet together as I always do when I'm overloaded with anticipation. \n\n\"Rub my feet!\" I ordered my Micks and was rewarded instantly with his strong hands on my feet, one side slightly firmer than the other. I drank this worship in for a few minutes and considered if actually a full body massage without whining or asking for his turn would be the best possible use for this strange experience.\n\nMy dirty mind and the images and suggestions it pushed won out. \"Stand up\" I purred, \"and take off your shirt\". \n\nAs the two men stood there unbuttoning their shirts I threw the covers on the floor and climbed off the bed. I wanted a clear area for what was starting to form in my mind. I became aware that I was breathing fast, and a flush was starting to glow on my breasts, appearing over the top of the vest top I was wearing. My panties were as wet as my mouth was dry.\n\n\"Hands behind your back. And don't move!\" I ordered, getting into the role now. Slowly I knelt in front of the left hand Mick, and with my eyes locked with the right hand Mick, I unzipped his fly, reached into his jockey shorts and pulled his already engorged dick out of his pants. I breathed out on the head, still staring at the other Mick. It felt filthy holding a mans cock in my hand while staring at my boyfriend. \n\n\"I didn't order you to get hard\" I chided playfully. A pearl of precum appeared on the end of his shaft. It glinted as it caught the morning light drifting into my bliss filled bedroom. The tension in the air was palpable. I slowly leant forward and carefully licked the cum off, using just the tip of my tongue, keeping the contact minimal. Both Micks groaned helplessly.\n\nSuddenly the moment caught me and I felt like a disgusting slut, licking a man in front of Mick. I glanced up and saw my Mick smiling down, and the last of my inhibitions flowed away. With my eyes now finally locked on the man in front of me I opened my mouth and sucked his gloriously swollen head right in. I swirled my tongue around it, slurping wantonly in a way I normally would be too self-aware to do. \n\nLetting go of the now slippery pole, I began to bob my head lightly (I've never been able to go deep) I unbuckled his belt and tugged his clothes down over his muscular thighs. Once he was naked in front of me I pulled back from him with a gasp. I awkwardly and eagerly pulled my panties over my ass, hopped briefly off my knees to allow me to get them off without standing, and threw the sodden lace aside.\n\n\"Lay down and lick my kitty\" I ordered the now naked Mick. I turned to the other Mick, and began to treat him to the same gentle unshipping, and teasing with my breath. His cock was dripping and drooling angrily by the time I got to him. No small jewel of cum for him, he'd had quite the show. That was no problem for me as at that instant the other Micks tongue got into position. Gently lapping, sparks of pleasure went to my very core. We was going to town! Fluttering kisses all over, precise gentle tongue circles on my clit. I moaned deeply and shoved my hungry questing mouth over Mick B's dripping shaft. I moaned again, partially from Mick A's mouth, and partially from the taste. I love the taste of precum, so sweet and salty, none of the bitterness of the real thing. Its heaven, if his cum tasted like that I'd be blowing Mick every day.\n\n\"On the bed\" I said, muffled by a mouthful of Mick.\n\nI shuffled myself back on the bed, legs apart with Mick A now kneeling on the floor between my thighs and still gently licking away. Mick B, now freed from not being able to move climbed over me and pushed himself towards my mouth. I opened it and raised an eyebrow, and he pushed it in and began pumping his hips with a bit of aggression. I could feel the tension building in his thrusts, and I was building myself to a nice orgasm.\n\n\"Swap places\" I instructed, to Mick B's obvious frustration (and mine). The boys re-arranged themselves as I stretched out on the end, like a cat in warm sun. My hands found their way to my breasts and I tweaked my nipples through the vest top, sending thrills straight to my clit. Don't worry girls, your time will come.\n\nInstead of the same experience, only with Mick B's orgasm delayed, this time round it was completely different. Mick A lay next to me, with his cock in easy reach and allowed me to take control, while Mick B in between my legs, pulled my pussy open with his two hands, while holding on the backs of my spread thighs and rammed his tongue inside my delirious pussy. He alternated swirling inside me then rough, hard, tensed tongue strokes on my clit. I felt the orgasm that had been building before come barrelling towards me. My back arched as the waves crashed over me. Mick B held onto me so I couldn't pull away as he sucked my clit hard through pulses.\n\n\"Oh fuck I'm COMING!\" I screamed. Mick A smiled happily, even though I had stopped pleasuring him in the excitement. \n\n\"I love you!\" he said.\n\n\"Fuck yeah, you horny bitch!\" Mick B added.\n\nWait, what? I thought they were identical, I thought. Then an idea occured to me.\n\n\"What do you want to do to me now?\" I asked, coquettishly.\n\n\"I want to slowly make love to you, my darling,\" said Mick A, \"you riding me gently, building to a perfect cum together, stroking your whole body during and after\".\n\n\"I want to pick you up and fuck you against the wall there,\" Mick B countered, \"then I'm going to throw you on the bed face down, pull your ass up to meet me, so your back is curved like I like. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're going to cum over and over and then when you beg me I'm going to turn you over and explode over that slutty face\".\n\nNeither of them sounded like my Mick. He would never be that dominant or that passive. Maybe I had the best of both worlds here though. A rampaging porn stud, and a sensitive worshipper. And both at my command. This is going to be a long morning I thought!\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] "I need to ask you, and I'll ask the others the same thing afterwards: What did you do last night, and why did you all end up naked in our office?"
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"content": "Donald shifted uncomfortably in the conference room chair, wishing he had clothes on. \n\n\"Ok. So we had all went out for dinner after work.\"\n\n\"You all?\" The boss interrupted.\n\nDonald scooched closer to the table, trying to cover his exposed genitals.\n\n\"Well anyone was welcome, it was kind of a big deal for the office.\"\n\n\"What was?\"\n\nChancing a quick look up, Donald responded. \"The old boss, Mr. Stevens, his last day was yesterday.\"\n\n\"My predecessor's departure was grounds for celebration?\"\n\nDonald nodded to the new boss, wishing being naked and questioned wasn't his first impression. His only comfort was that virtually everyone else was in the same situation. \n\n\"Yeah he was quite the Tyrant.\" Donald answered.\n\n\"So I've heard.\" The boss grimaced before staring cooly at Donald. \"Anyway, you were saying?\"\n\n\"R...Right.\" Donald stuttered, his hands over his lap. \"We had decided to go eat and have a few drinks..\" His stomach lurched at the word 'drinks' before he continued. \"There's a bar and grill a lot of us go to a few blocks down, so that's where we decided on.\"\n\nDonald looked out the window to avoid the boss' glare. It had been such a long, crazy night. His brain churned painfully as he tried to recall.\n\n\"I arrived with a few others and the place was already packed, it looked like our coworkers were the majority of the patrons...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] You discover you have the power to duplicate your partner... I made my first ever post on a prompt that got removed so mod let me repost. Let me know what you think.
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"content": "The waves of my orgasm were still washing over me, and I was feeling pretty relaxed at that point.\n\n\"I sorry,\" I said with a wry smile, \"I'm going to have to go with Door number 1!\" I beckoned, what I guess then was Nice Mick, to lie down on the bed. \n\n\"Fucking odd man out!\" Naughty Mick sulked.\n\nNice Mick was as hard as I'd ever seen him, standing to full attention. He waited with his arms slightly raised, waiting to accept my hips straddling him. I did not keep him waiting. I crawled to him on my knees and climbed astride him. He was so erect that I couldn't just slide onto him, he was pointed at too steep an angle, so instead I wriggled my hips back and forth, using the head to tease my clit. While I did so, I reached down for the bottom of my vest and enfolded my arms over my head, taking the vest with them and freeing my breast. They aren't the biggest, but I love their shape, and I'm lucky that my nipples have a hardline to my clit. I've come before from them being touched alone. Micks hands normally went straight to them, but today his hands were flowing over me as he'd promised. Smoothly but steadily working their way to my nipples though, there was definately a pattern to the tease.\n\nI decided to kick the tempo forward a notch, and I reached between my legs for his cock, now slick from me moving over him. I lifted my hips just enough and pulled him up to I could put the head of him into my pussy. Then I stopped and looked down at him smiling up at me. \n\n\"Go as slow as you want\".\n\nI impaled myself as slowly as I could manage, dragging a couple of seconds out into what seemed like minutes. I began to ride him, moving from the hips, swirling them like I like, knowing it would be doing little for him. I could feel a bit of tension building in the room, from the man I was riding and also the other frustrated spectator, but I didn't care.\n\nNice Micks hands found their way finally to my nipples, after their long approach, and predictably that changed things for me. Suddenly my body was building to something, not just enjoying the ride. My body began to move from the knees now, much longer thrusts, up and down. A lot more work for me as well though. A light sheen of sweat began to form on my back and brow, and my untied red hair was beginning to annoy me.\n\n\"Come here and hold my hair back\" I ordered the sulking Mick. He complied with a surly expression, but I noted he was just as aroused as the two of us on the bed.\n\nWith my hair held back, and Micks hands on my tits, I continued to build pace, not fast as yet, but definately putting in some work. I became aware that my hair was being held slightly firmer than I was expecting. Naughty Mick wasn't defying my instruction, he was only holding, but he was holding so tight that when I thrust my body down, it was tugging my hair.\n\nI. Loved. It. A deep, low moan escaped my lips and I picked up speed. I was really pounding Mick now, making sure I pressed down as hard as I could to get the pull on my scalp. \n\n\"OH GOD. OH FUCK. I'm gonna come, honey\".\n\nMick couldn't resist the object of his love in such pleasure and with hands now gripping my piledriving hips for dear life he tensed and emptied himself into my tensing, grabbing, milking pussy.\n\nWhen his hands released me, I sat up straight with his softening dick still inside me. I tensed my PC muscles a couple of times and got a shudder from his spent frame. \n\n\"OK boys\", I said, climbing off him and strolling towards our ensuite, \"I'm going to clean up\".\n\nI glanced back over my shoulder as I reached the door. Naughty Mick looked like he'd queued overnight for something, then been told the tickets had sold out. \"Don't worry, lover\" I told him, \"you're next! You can do what you wanted\".\n\n\"You're not going to stop me or make me do it like a girl like him?\" he asked indicating his supine doppelganger. \"I can do what I like?\"\n\nI smiled as I left the room.\n\n\"Sure, why not?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] - I've Heard of Getting Your Sister or Mom Pregnant...but Your GRANDMOTHER?
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"content": "\"You did what?!\" *Deep breaths, Karen, deep breaths... The situation can't get any worse, so either you misunderstood something or your words will fall on deaf ears...* \"...I heard of people getting their sisters or mothers pregnant... But your Grandmother?! Like, what the fuck?!\"\n\nMargaret chuckled, pushing a glass jar filled with coins and bills. \"That is one dollar to the swear jar, Karen.\"\n\nKaren picked up the jar and threw it to the side. \"I don't care about the fucking swear jar!\" The jar bursted open, spreading glass and coins over the ground as a cacophony of sounds emphasized the mother's frustration.\n\n\"Jesus, mom!\" Marc said, jumping up in surprise.\n\n\"...That felt good. Anyways, let's get back to the topic. Marc, what the fuck were you thinking? At what moment in your life did you honestly think that fucking your goddamn granny was anything but wrong?\"\n\nMargaret interjected. \"Oh, don't be so harsh on the boy. It is young love, what can you do?\"\n\n\"You are way too old to call that \"young love\"!\" Karen screamed.\n\n\"Don't raise your word against me, Karen, I can hear you just fine.\"\n\n\"You- Bu- Nevermind!\" The mother took a moment to calm herself. It was not fully effective, but after a few minutes, she had herself at least not livid enough to scream heads off. \"So, how do you want to handle this?\"\n\n\"Uh... Mom, I already got a job. I will stay with her and raise the kid with her. What, did you think I didn't think about this before telling you?\" Marc said.\n\n\"Raise the kid?! Are yo- No, no, no, *I didn't want to scream~*\" Karen started singing to herself. \"...Just to give you, **the both of you**, a simple perspective as to what makes this an unconventially stupid idea: Marc, you are, what, eighteen? And Margaret, you already are with one leg in your grave.\"\n\n\"Excuse you?\"\n\n\"I was with the doctor to you, mother, you are too old for this. Anyways, you two decide to raise the little girl-\"\n\n\"Boy.\" Marc corrected.\n\n\"Oh, nice, someone I could do it with then?! But, let us just assume you two can get through the motherhood of an eighty-year-old without any complications leading to a misscarriage or death. Then you got, what, maybe four years before Margaret here might be unable to take care of him. Then all that is left is an by then twenty-two year old, mostly single father who has to manage a job and a child, plus a grandmother/funeral, not to mention the problems arising for the poor child once anyone hears about your familial statu-\"\n\n\"That is enough, Karen.\" Margaret butted in. \"If your entire concern is that the raising of the child is endangered, then you should have no worries. I have saved enough to in theory feed myself and your entire family through for years. So, if you only came here to tell us how wrong and sick our action is, leave.\"\n\n\"...Excuse me, what?\"\n\n\"I said: Leave. And do not come back unless you want to apologize. You trample on our love for each other, sell your own son short and I? I seem to be little more than a tombstone, ready to be delivered to you.\"\n\n\"...I am sorry, then, that this sounded like that to you. I am just concerned, and since I only just now heard of this... I- I just can't understand. What was with grandpa? He loved you: Do you think he would have wanted this?\"\n\n\"No... He would not have.\" Margaret said, continuing before anyone else could fill the pause with any information. \"But he is dead, Karen. He died, and he won't come back. I accepted this myself, maybe it is time for you to accept this as well.\"\n\nKaren breathed calmly, thinking for a while. After a few minutes of silence, only felt through the repetetive ticking of the clock in the room, she asked once more. \"So... You two love each other? It was not just a \"roll in the hay\", so to speak? And you did this because you love each other, not since you two were available to each other?\"\n\nMarc spoke up. \"No, mom. I truly love her, and I would not change a thing, even if I could. That she got pregnant was quite the surprise for me, yes, but in the end, I am happy it happened.\"\n\n\"...Then, I guess, I don't have to say anything. I will be honest, this bothers me. It bothers me an awful, awful lot. But I doubt I can change my own mother's mind, and I don't even want to start with yours.\" Karen stood up, and picked up her jacket. \"I don't want to see either of you at my house again, but for what it's worth, I hope you two are happy with what you got.\"\n\nA rather loud slam was heard as Karen left the house and headed outside. Inside, an silence loomed, as neither the boy nor the old lady got to say something. The words echoed through their minds, and the thoughts of what was to come, of the future together or apart were spun into logical decisions, examined and then discarded again.\n\nFinally, Margaret spoke up. \"I must say, your mother looks sexy when she is pissed. You had a point there. Though I doubt that she'd do a threesome now.\"\n\nMarc laughed, and replied then: \"Dude, she's just completely jealous. Did you even listen to her \"People getting their sisters or mothers pregnant\" spiel? She wanted some, she just is mad that she still is married.\"\n\n\"Well, maybe let's not get too far with this. She can ask for it when she's needy, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Speaking of... I kinda got aroused from this.\"\n\n\"Oh, is that so? Then just wait a moment, granny dearest just got the thing for you.\" Margaret stood up and headed to her bedroom. Shortly after, she came back out, with a bag in her hands. \"Now, there. Just lean back and relax...\"\n\nShe opened his belt, then his pants. While Marc got a full-fledged view of her lovingly saggy cleavage, Margaret pulled down the boy's underpants, and with a bob, the cock sprang up to greet her. \"Oh, someone's eager to see me, isn't he?\"\n\n\"Why don't you give him a wakeup kiss?\" Marc suggested, and with a laugh, his grandmother did just that. Now covered by lipstick residue, his dick was shaking with excitement and the need for relief. Margaret rummaged in the bag she had brought and after some moments, during which Marc intently looked at her beautifully wrinkled face, her silky grey hair and the ever visible cleavage. Soon, she found the things she needed, and with a quick motion she already squirted a handful of lube on the penis. The cool sensation made him inhale sharply, and he moaned softly as her firm grip worked to spread the lube across the shaft, coating his pubes in the lube as well.\n\nNow, she pulled out a black cylinder. \"I had wanted to gift it to your birthday a month prior, but... your idea of a gift was better.\"\n\n\"Is that...\" Marc stammered.\n\n\"Yes, a fully functional masturbator. The cashier had recommended it to me, so I got it for you.\" She unscrewed the cap and showed the pink silicone in form of a pussy. \"Let's get this on you...\"\n\n\"Wait, I got a better idea.\" Marc stopped her.\n\n\"Oh? I am listening.\"\n\n\"I couldn't just let you do nothing here. I- Could you give me my bag for a moment?\"\n\nShe slowly go the bag and reached it to him. He took it thankingly and started rummaging inside it, trying to find it hidden inside. \"I had originally planned this for a christmas present, but since we are giving gifts already...\" Marc said, and pulled a dildo out. It was hardened plastic, yet had intriguing ridges and an unmistakenable form.\n\n\"Did you... How did you create something so similar to your own...\"\n\n\"There are loads of toolsets out there. So, what do you say, we exchange gifts and both go to town in front of each other?\"\n\n\"...Deal.\"\n\nThey gave the gifts to each other and Margaret began undressing. It took her a while, and afterwards, she sat next to him on the sofa again. \"Ready when you are.\"\n\nWith an unified motion, they both rammed their toys deep inside. \n\n\"Aaaaaahh!\"\n\n\"Nngh-yes!\"\n\nThey watched each other intently as they moved their hands with high frequency, each moaning higher and higher in this quickie of collaborate masturbation.\n\nMargaret saw to Marc, how he had taken one hand to jerk the masturbator down with high speed, only to slowly pull it back up, the slurping sound of the air and lube rushing to fill the vacuum made tensing her up. The other hand had vanished behind his butt, and she couldn't quite make out what he was doing with it. He had his eyes pointed at her, and panted like he were running a marathon, yet with a smile like she was running with him. His smile made her melt like cheese, and she felt like she could be with him for an eternity like this.\n\nMarc, on the other hand, was fascinated by the thoroughness of how she slid his toy right inside her, quivering with her feet whenever it hilted inside, only to gasp in release upon pulling back out. She reinserted it every time, and while the lack of lube had caused the toy to be dry the first insertion, soon it was glistening with a sheen, and shortly after that it already was dripping wet. Each movement of her was decisive, and her heavenly moans were music to his ears. Being like this, with her in moments of bliss, was perfect, and this could continue on forever.\n\nRather inevitably, both soon reached their edge. Margaret was the first to get close, and pulled out and pushed the dildo onto the sofa, pressing down as to not succumb to the need for release. Marc, seeing her frustration, doubled down in speed and pulled out with a swift motion as he felt the precum, gushing out as his cock pulsated in a need for ejaculation, to knock up this artificial woman.\n\nMargaret stood up and climbed on top of him. \"Together?\"\n\nMarc nodded. \"Together!\"\n\nAnd he slammed deep inside her as she dropped her entire weight down. The pain was soon overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, as both cried in sweet release.\n\n\"Oh, Maaaarc! I love you!\"\n\n\"Haaaaah! I am cumming, Margaret!\"\n\nViolently shaking, they held each other in an embrace as they savored the afterglow of thier lovemaking, only to be disturbed by a voice.\n\nIt was Karen: \"What the fuck?!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 'Don't go out into the woods if it's festival night' the elders use to say 'They might consider you an offering, and take you away...'
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"content": "The bonfires of the midsummer festival slowly faded behind me, as I made my way through this long-familiar forest. I saw her, staring at me, and ran after her at first, but when she seemingly vanished behind a tree, I slowed down, and started to look for clues. I recognized her. I saw her last year too, and the year before that. As my eyes slowly got accustomed to the scarce moonlight that penetrated the treetops, I quickly recognise the area. I damm well should, I grew up here, but I never learned why the elders warned us to stay from the woods, on these three specific days. \n\nWhen I was a kid, the stories almost scared me, but that's many summers past. I've been training with old Garruk, who used to ride with the Red Brigade after his prime, and was a swordsman of note during, and have learned to handle myself quite well. Better than the others my age, that's for sure. Whatever the forest had, I'd be ready. I'd never walk around without my hunting knife anyways. \n\nFollowing her tracks was hard, however. It was as if she suddenly leapt from tree to tree, and didn't leave a single print, then suddenly, took another couple of footsteps, only to then disappear again. The light of the village is now little more than a red hue on the horizon, and the trees only grew denser. My attention suddenly peaked, as I heard something. A voice. It was distant, but deeper in the forest. \n\n\"Hello?\" I tried saying, first calmly, as if she was in speaking distance, then with a yell, in case she didn't hear it the first time. Nothing. I continued, toward the sound. I realized, as I walked closer, the voice wasn't just making one sound, it was a constant stream of sounds. A song? A whistle? A hum? For some reason, it was impossible for my ears to comprehend what it was. \n\nAs I'm approaching the source, I once again realize where I am. I look closer at the tree next to me, just to confirm it was indeed here. My first kiss. My first girl. My first night. I stop my day-dreaming, and quickly refocus on the task at hand, only to realize I can see the source of the sound. A light. It's distant, but approaching. As much as I want to finally meet this girl that's haunted my festivals for years, I felt compelled to stay. The voice becomes audible, though I was still unable to describe it. It was as if she both sang, hummed and whistled, at the same time. \n\nDespite the light moving closer, which I could clearly see from the how it illuminated the areas around it, the source itself seemed... Invisible. As if a light just appeared in thin air, with no wick, no flame, no nothing. Just light. Finally, the light stops before me, a mere step away. And then, she's there. Staring at me. I try to speak, but she steps closer, and places her lips on mine. It's not until I embrace her with my arms that I even realize she was naked. \n\nEven though I had all the warning signals I needed, I stayed. Her tongue was sweeter than any I had tasted, as if made of honey. Her skin was softer than any I had felt, as if she had never had an injury. Her body, shaped like a goddess, as if she had made it herself. Nothing about her was normal.\n\nShe undressed me with such ease that I only realized I was naked, when she wrapped her hands around my already fully erect dick. She finally broke the kiss, pushed me against the tree of my first time, and forced me inside of her. Not that I wasn't willing, I just stared, as if paralyzed, instead of helping. She slung her arms around my shoulders, and held up her legs below her. Her movements were slow, intense, yet almost more than I could manage. Even her insides wasn't made at all like a regular human. She was warmer, wetter, even... Nimbler. I was honestly surprised I was even lasting more than a second. \n\nMy eyes registered them, out of the corner of my eyes. But my mind didn't. Or chose not to. My desires had taken over. As I thrust into her, ever more eagerly, they gathered around me. The dryads. One by one, they sorrounded me, watching, waiting. I didn't last long. I finished inside of her, without as much as a second thought. She clutched her arms tighter around me, as if to prevent my escape. As if I even could at this point. She drained me, to the last drop, untill I collapsed to the ground with her, still hanging around me. Exhausted, satisfied, I could only observe what happened next, as my muscles had all failed me. \n\nHer voice returned. The same singing, humming, whistling sound I had heard earlier. I did not understand the words, but she clearly addressed the dryads. \n\n...\n\nThey took me away. I came to my senses in a place I had never been, and was quickly put to work. The dryads were not kind to human-folk, and what few other humans I met, didn't speak my language. Not like it would have mattered if they did, the dryads ensured that we never talked, lest we face their wrath. I quickly learned to become a good slave, obeying without question, and without pause. I had seen what happened to humans who didn't."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] [BDSM] Your Girlfriend is a Telekinetic...with a very strange kind of power.
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"content": "My life isn't all that interesting I admit. I work a boring job, in a small apartment, no pets (not allowed, I miss tofu), play games and that's it. But at least I have a girlfriend. \n\nShe's kinda off, I mean, she's nice and sweet, loves kittens (I really miss little tofu) and is really....sexual. I love sex but she just, seems reserved. She wants it but goes really slow and focused. It's off. But hopefully that changes today!\n\nShe said she wants to \"Get a bit weird and go all out\" and I said sure. I can handle it. Anything to get her to relax during sex for once. \n\nJust got off work and should be home by 8, I wonder what she wants to do? \n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nI'd love to continue but at this is a CS prompt I'll leave it there. For more writing please visit my sub /r/EroticaSells "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] You'd do anything for your sweet little sister. She wants to show her gratitude.
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"content": "“Finally!” She said, dropping her backpack in the middle of the room.\n\nI sighed, tried to pick it up while juggling the rest of our luggage, and failed spectacularly. The bags fell with a thud and I just stood there, while she crashed on one of the beds.\n\n“She needs a change of scenery!” They said. “Let her go with you! Your father and I will feel better knowing she’s with you!”\n\nWhat was I supposed to say? No?\n\nI did, actually. Like five times, when mom asked me to let Angie tag along with me. “Well, it's your daughter; let her stay with you...!” Yeah, that's what I should've said when she played the 'little sister' card, but alas...\n\nWe both were sick of sitting on the bus; she decided to stay in the hotel, while I went outside to sretch my legs and see what was like around. I ended up getting lost, and by the time I came back, it was getting pretty late. \n\n“Hey.” Angie said apathetically from the bed when I came in. “Where’ve you been?”\n\n“I got lost around” I said, sitting on the other bed.\n\n“Huh…” She said.\n\n“Yep.” No laughter? No jokes? I immediately knew something was off.\n\nI threw myself backwards, lying on my back, and groaned. “You stayed here all day?”\nShe sighed, and was about to answer me, when her phone came to life on the nightstand between both beds. She looked at it, frowning, and threw it on the mattress. I could see she was fighting to not tear up.\n\n“That asshole...” She said, shaking her head. “He's been calling all day! I swear to God, if you'd only hear the things he said to me...!”\n\nShe paused, realizing what she was about to say at the same time she perceived the tension on my jaw.\n\n“I'm sorry.” She said, her voice shivering.\n\n“It’s fine.” I tried to underplay it, but I think it got out a little too sharp. She bit her lips, and sobbed.\n\n“I screwed it, huh?” She said, sadly. “I’m sorry! I told mom…!”\n\n“Hey, c’mon…!” I said, feeling a mix of anger, frustration and sadness. “It’s fine, really! It’s not you, it’s… you know… that piece of shit. It gets on my nerves he still has the guts to call you!”\n\nShe sniffed, whipping a tear from her face.\n\n“Hey, look…” I said, reaching across the bed to my backpack, leaning against the wall. \n\nI opened it and pulled out the bottle from between my clothes and some blankets. It was dark green, big as my arm and had a dragon on the label.\n\n“I made Rachel promise me we would get shit-faced with this when we make this journey…” I said, cradling the bottle in my hands, shaking my head to make the nostalgia go away. “Anyway…”\n\nI opened the bottle and raised it in my hand.\n\n“To Rachel...” I toasted. “And her bullshit I’ve never have to deal with never again!”\n\nI took a long sip and felt the liquor scorching all the way down to my stomach: that drawing on the label was on point. I coughed a little, and sighed, hearing the very welcome sound of Angie’s laughter.\nI reached the bottle to her, smiling devilishly.\n\n“Dad would kill you for offering me this.” She said, taking the bottle and smiling.\n\n“Then lucky he’s not here, right?” I answered.\n\nShe took the bottle and raised it, thinking for a moment about what to say.\n\n“To Blake…” She said, her voice quivering again. “Fuck you!”\n\nShe drank as I laughed.\n\nWe began to chat; it's funny: I don't consider myself a nostalgic person. I've never felt homesick nor I miss 'the good ol’ days', but that evening I realized how long it had been since I talked this deep with Angie, or my parents, to that matter. It was nice, and I couldn't help to feel a knot on my throat at the thought.\n\nWe toasted some more, sharing the bottle. I was feeling dizzy, and it wasn't hard to say, looking at her, she had more than her share too.\n\n“Look at you!” I laughed. “I'd love to hear what mom and dad would say if they find out I get you drunk!”\n\n“Aw, c'mon!” She said, shoving me playful. “First of all, I'm a grown woman now! And second of all, I’m drinking with my big brother!”\n\nShe hugged me tightly, kissing me in the cheek. It was probably in that moment, drunk, feeling her warm body pressing against mine, that my mind began to screw with me. \n\n'Man, she sure smell nice!' I thought.\n\n“To my brother…!” She raised the bottle. “Too much of a man for that… whateverherfacewas!” She said, drinking, and then passed down the bottle to me.\n\n'She's so cute! Not as in, cute like a girl I would date, but...!' I thought of that bastard, Blake. How an asshole like him could get a girl like my sister?\n\n“To my sis…!” I mumbled. “Too much of a woman for that bitch Blake Vega!” \n\nWe sat there for a while, laughing and drinking until the bottle emptied. Her phone rang a couple of times more, before she picked it up and seemingly turned it off.\n\n“Does he know you're with me?” I asked.\n\n“No.” She chuckled. “And even if he knew, he's too afraid you're gonna kick the shit out of him!”\nI laughed wholeheartedly. \n\n“I could…” I said. “Had you let me!”\n\nI felt a twinge of remorse when her smile faded, becoming a sad grin.\n\n“I’m sorry…” I said this time.\n\nShe shook her head.\n\n“No, you’re right.” She said. “You never liked him… and you were right! I should have…!”\n\nShe sank her face on her hands, and sobbed.\n\nI stood up and sat beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, feeling like shit. I stroke her arm, rocking her softly, trying to come up with something to say.\n\n“And I said all those horrible things to you, and mom, and dad… because of him!” She hissed.\n\n“You didn’t know…” I said. “It’s not your fault…”\n\nShe raised her head and looked at me, her brown eyes gleaming. I couldn’t help to caress her cheek, pushing away her hair from her face.\n\n“Hey, that’s well in the past, alright?” I said. “It’s fine, really! I mean, would I take you with me, have I been still mad with you?”\n\nI pulled her closer to me, letting her head rest on my chest, combing her hair with my fingers.\n\n“You need to move on.” I said. “Hell, we both need it! That’s what this journey is about, isn’t it?” \n\nShe nodded silently."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You live in a world where somehow, there exist two seperate species of humans at the same time. Your Ma and Pa are breeders for the other species.
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"content": "I kept it not so explicit this time, and is probably a bit too short, but I hope you like it.\n\n***\n\n“How is it?” I say, brushing her hair still wet. “Good, isn't it”?\n\nShe sighs, and there's no need to see her face to know she's smiling.\n\nSitting calmly at my chair's feet, is even harder for me to understand how people don't like the Wulgir. They still live with the tales of bloodthirsty ogres; monsters employed in underground, revolting fighting circles...\n\nAs I braid Regina's dark-red hair, just by looking at her wide shoulders and back, and the lean muscles of her arms beneath her tan skin, I know she could snap my neck like a chicken's if she wanted. Hell, our pack could kill us all, and we wouldn't be able to do much about it...\n\nBut as sure as the sun will raise tomorrow, I know none of them would raise a finger to harm us intentionally.\n\n“There!” I say, tying the tip of her braid. I reach her the mirror so she can look at herself, and it's obvious she's happy with the results.\n\nWe both stand up. She's probably two heads taller than Pa, and I barely reach his shoulder. She stretches out, her body all muscle, fit, like a goddess'; her naked skin gleam with the afternoon sun, clean and smooth: I have to say, I did a good job making her look stunning.\n\n“Come on now, we got to go!” I say, patting her butt affectionally.\n\nWe both walk across the gardens, saying hi to the servants.\n\nI recognize Pa as he wave at me, leaning on the corral's fence; Ma is by his side, and behind them both, beyond the fence, I can see Caesar, staring attentively as we approach.\n\nRegina jogs past me, her collar tinkle happily. I reach the fence right in the moment she hugs Pa and raise him high, much to Ma's dismay and the old man's joy.\n\n“Come on, put me dow, you big doll!” He laughs. “Good girl, Regina! Look at you, beautiful!”\n\n“Did a good job, huh?” I ask.\n\n“Not bad...” He winks at me. “Not half bad!”\n\nI hear moaning coming from the other side of the fence, and take a look.\n\n“Max and Summer are already at it, huh?” I say, leaning on the fence.\n\n“Can't understand those two...” Ma shakes her head. “They can't stand each other most of the time, but as soon as they're in there...”\n\nI laugh, looking at them.\n\nSummer was always moody, but I guess they both really like each other; otherwise, they wouldn't do it like that, sitting face to face, and they probably wouldn't put that much effort to please the other.\n\nAround them sit a small audience, staring fixedly as Summer sways her hips back and forth, in circles, while Max holds her firmly.\n\nMales and females look around to find a mate, or waiting for their turn with any of the two already doing it. Many of the males caress their cocks, looking axiously around, undecided: should they stay and wait for Max to finish, or should they go and try their luck with one of the new females?\n\nWell, at least I know there are two know exactly who they want to be with.\n\nI turn at the sound of Regina's laughter. She holds the fence, her fingers interlaced with Caesar's. She then get closer, pushing her breasts forward, pressing them against the net. Caesar look at her face with a smug smile, and then crouches quickly to lick her nipples, which protrude from the holes. She pulls back before he can reach her, and they both laugh. Regina then reach her face to the net, and he kisses her lips briefly.\n\n“Come on you two!” Pa calls. “Can't you wait a little longer?”\n\nI call Regina and she part from the fence glancing back a couple of times. \n\n“Can you blame them?” I say, as she comes closer. “They've done nothing but look at each other the whole season.”\n\nPa laughs and open the gate, signaling Regina to get in. She looks puzzled for a moment and then, realizing what's going on, enters joyous inside the corral.\n\nShe immediately runs to Caesar's arms, jumping and wrapping her legs around his waist, almost tackling him down. As they kiss lovingly, I stop to think about how people don't like the Wulgir, and shake my head thinking how wrong they are."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You deserve this"
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"content": "> Contains MF and a mystery.\n\n\"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?\"\nThe young woman sat up from where she had been lying on my bed, a dazzling smile on her fine-featured face. \"You don't remember me, do you?\" \nWithout waiting for me to respond, the woman continued speaking, \"I suppose that's not surprising, considering how we met...\"\n\nI looked the woman up and down, at her long auburn hair, nicely shaped oval face, fine features, slim frame wrapped in some kind of... Dress? Or is it a fancy bathrobe? \nI don't know. It was ankle length and tightly wrapped, revealingly tightly, despite her slenderness, made of what looked a lot like genuine silk. \nWhen the hell did I meet this chick?\n\n\"I still don't know who you are, or how you got into my house. If you don't explain yourself I'll call the police. You can tell them instead.\" \n\"Woah there, no need to be so hasty.\" The young woman had risen to her feet, looking distressed. \"You really don't remember me. Okay.\" \nShe took a deep breath before continuing, \"We met, when would it have been... last Wednesday, on the street.\"\n\n\"On the street!? The only thing I met last wednesday was some teen who nearly got hit by a bus...\" I trailed off. \"That was you wasn't it?\" \nThe young woman nodded. \"Yes, you jumped out in front of a bus and saved my life.\" She cocked her head slightly to one side. \"It took a little while to track you down.\" \n\"That still doesn't explain what you're doing in my house, in my bedroom, or how you got in.\" \n\"Well, you see, I wanted to thank you for saving me, so I followed you home yesterday. Then, while you were out, I picked the lock on the front door and let myself in.\"\n\n\"You broke into my house so that you could thank me for saving your life?\" \nShe stepped right up to me, a slight sway in her hips, her face mere inches from mine. I could feel how close she was to me, hear the slight rustle of the silk dress against her skin. \nShe nodded slyly, head still cocked to one one side, her gaze locked with mine. She waited for a moment, for me to protest or pull back, but I was mesmerized by that face, those green-grey eyes, the slight scent of flowers that drifted from her body.\n\nShe leaned in and kissed me. Her lips brushed against mine, smooth and soft. They moved gently, hesitantly, as her body slowly pressed up against mine. We parted, her inquisitive gaze still locked with my own, then, when I didn't respond, she brought our lips together again.\n\nThis time I knew what to expect and my body responded, warmed by the prospect of sharing my bed with this beautiful young woman, of tasting every inch of her skin, of feeling her nipples between my fingers. My tongue probed against her lips and she met it with her own, pushing her hips forward against the bulge in my pants.\n\nI reached around her, placing my hands on the silk dress, feeling her body move under my hands. She too began to explore me, slender fingers sliding over my shirt, over my back. She gently kissed her way up the side of my face, to my ear, and she murmured \"You deserve this. You deserve me.\"\n\nShe pulled back slightly, sliding her fingers around my shoulders, to the buttons at my collar. Dexterously, she undid the buttons, one by one revealing more of my upper body, until finally she undid the last button and I dropped my shirt to the ground. She grabbed me firmly by the arms and spun me about, dropping me on my back on my own bed.\n\nShe leaned down to me, her smooth lips brushing against my skin just above my belt. Still smiling, she pushed her tongue under the edge of my trousers, reaching down towards my underwear. My hard penis twitched slightly as the tip of her moist tongue brushed against it, rubbing the end of t with great care.\n\nHer tongue withdrew and she began to unbuckle my belt using only her mouth. It took quite some time before she managed it, all the while her mouth, her saliva, was moistening the fabric over my erect penis. She pulled my trousers and underwear off, then she took my penis in her mouth.\n\nAt first it was just the tip, teasingly warm and moist, her tongue played over my shaft. She gradually increased the amount she would take with each slight movement, slowly, tantalisingly. I kept my hips still, not knowing what I could or couldn't do, what she would like or refuse.\n\nEventually, my entire dick was in her mouth, my tip held in her throat which contracted as her body demanded air, but she didn't stop, didnt come up to breath. Instead, she took my hands and placed them in her hair, on her head, and pushed them down hard, forcing herself to stay on my cock.\n\nTaking this as an instruction, I pushed down even harder, feeling her face pressed into my groin, my cock filling her throat as is spasmed for air. Her tongue swirled around me, flicking out to touch my balls and my shaft twitched, expelling a spurt of pre-cum into her mouth.\n\nShe frantically pulled my hands away from her head, pulled herself up, gasping for air. She stood over my naked body for a moment, catching her breath. While she stood there, she slid her hands over her own body, revealing the curve of her slight breasts against the silk, her erect nipples visibly poking the fabric.\n\nShe reached to her waist, were the dress was tied in place, and undid the knot. \nIt fell away, revealing her entirely naked body, her toned stomach, firm breasts, strong, supple arms. My gaze drifted over her, taking in all in, the flawlessness a well kept, athletic body.\n\nAs I gazed, I realized that it wasn't flawless at all. A dozen paper-white scars, each as fine as a razor blade, ran across her skin, from the left side of her hid, up over her smooth stomach and perfect breasts, snagging in her nipples.\n\nI wanted to ask about them, to touch them, but didn't dare.\n\nShe came back down to the bed, kissing from my crotch upwards, licking and nibbling over my body, up to my lips. Her hips were touching mine, my hard penis rubbing against the soft wetness of her pussy. I caressed her as she made her way up, first her cheek and neck, then her shoulders and breasts. My fingers traced the scars, the fine lines in her skin, up to her nipples.\n\nShe caught my hand in hers, gazing into my me with those beautiful eyes. \n\"Do you want to know what they are?\" she asked, as she slid my shaft into herself. \nI was too overcome to respond, her moist tightness wrapped around my shaft, drawing inch after inch of it inside her body, contracting over it in waves of pleasure.\n\nShe rose up, drawing me out until just the tip of me rested between her folds, then slammed down, taking me full length. \n\"Do you?\" she panted as she asked the question again, riding me faster and harder with each cycle. \nI simply nodded, still groping her breasts, pulling on her nipples.\n\nShe didn't respond, not until after we had both climaxed and my warm seed had flooded her, until we had sated our desires in each others flesh and then some.\nI lay in the bed, warm and sleepy and content, and then she spoke, a tear in her eye.\n\n\"They're form when some brave idiot saved me from a bus. He jumped out in front of it, pushed me mostly out of the way, but he... he died that day.\"\n\n***\n\nI'm not too sure about the twist at the end. I didn't really know what to do with it, so I just let it go in its own direction and this is what came out.\n\n**I would very much like some feedback.**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You, as well as up to four other people, are invited to the yearly KinkCon, to present your Kink live for people to see!
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"content": "“Well, well, well, what do we have here...?” Someone said close by.\nThe girl looked up, and her eyes grew wide at seeing Alice, Emily and Joyce in front of her, brandishing cruel smiles on their faces. \n\nShe embraced her books tighter, filled with fright.\n\n“Please...” She said to the other girls. “Please, I don't want any trouble!”\n\nThe three spread, walking in circles around her, meassuring her from head to toe.\n\n“Neither do we.” Alice said, getting closer. “And that's why you won't put up a fight... freak.”\n\n“Please...” She pleaded, before feeling how Joyce or Emily pushed her from behind. Alice moved aside, tripping her with her foot, and she fell, spreading her books all over.\n\nA general gasp came from beyond the circle of light around the three, and as Isaac gave a discreet look around, he thought it probably had less to do with concern that with arousal. \n\nHe didn't imagine to reunite such crowd. Then again, it was amazing how many people dared to come now that there weren't complaining neighbors; probably for the first time in the history of KinkCon, they have managed to fill completely a location: the Event Dome was packed out\n\nIsaac knew had memorized the script, so his attention drifted along these thoughts until a new presence appeared into the stage, stopping the dastardly mistreatment by the bullies.\n\n“What's the meaning of this?” Said miss Sasha, freezing the girls where they stood.\n\nHer dress would have raised a couple of brows, if she had been really a teacher; the dark gray ensemble wrapped tightly around her body, her skirt a tad too high above her knee for any Principal's taste, and Isaac knew that, had any of his old teachers would have had those legs or cleavage, he probably would have never gotten out from high school.\n\n“We were just playing.” Alice Said, shrugging with an insolent smile.\nWith a nod from her, the other two girls let go of their victim's arms. She hurriedly picked her books back up and got closer to miss Sasha, taking cover behind her.\n\n“Oh well, good to know.” She said. “I would hate to misinterpret you girls and take some kind of action.”\n\nThe three bullies caught the meaning of those words and left, but not before Alice would give both, Sasha and the girl cowering behind her, a contemptuous smile.\n\nIsaac smiled in the inside at seeing some heads shaking and a couple of angry faces. Alice had a gift for villains.\n\n“Are you alright?” Sasha asked the girl. She nodded, avoiding her gaze coyly. “Come on, let's go back in...”\n\nThey dissappeared behind the stage, and the three bullies hurried to change the scenery, transforming the lonely alley behind the institute into a nice, cozy classroom. Isaac smirked at the general murmur of approval. \n\nSasha entered the room followed by the girl. They both sat: Sasha on the desk, her legs crossed flirtatiously, as the girl took the seat next in front of her.\n\n“This isn't the first time they bother you, right?” Sasha asked, concerned. The girl said nothing, her head hung low. “Why you let them do that?” \n\nThe girl shrunk, too shy to answer. Sasha stood up, and made her look up to her, lifting her chin with the tip of their fingers.\n\n“Come on now, you can tell me...” Sasha leaned forward to hear what the student was whispering.\n\nIsaac saw the audience leaning forward too, trying to unravel the secret of all that.\n\nSasha stood up, and to the girl's surprise, and the audience curiosity, didn't seem dismayed or disgusted.\n\n“I see.” She said. “You mind if I... see?”\n\nThe girl flinched, blinking in shock, as a general whispering came from the audience around. Gulping, and blushing, she slowly began to lift her skirt, little by little, until everyone could see her underwear.\n\nThis was the moment that could sell or sink the whole show. There had been times Isaac was left with no one to see the ending. Tonight, everyone was fixed on the stage.\n\nSasha crouched in front of the girl, and pulled down her underwear. \n\nA higher muttering floated above the crowd, even some laughs, at the sight of the raging erection that jumped from between the girl's legs.\n\n“Now, now, don't put that face...” Sasha said consoling. “It's something natural in your kind...”\n\nThe girl said something, so meekly and low, that no one in the audience seemed to hear it. Isaac cursed: that was one issue he still couldn't fix with that script; fortunately, Sasha was good for improvising.\n\n“It doesn't matter if they think you are a freak.” She said. “If you don't mind me saying, I thin is actually... beautiful...”\n\nSlowly, Sasha leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the tip of her cock. The girl gasped, flinching at the feeling of those full, ripe lips kissing her shaft, to then lick it lovingly.\n\nA few people left the audience, but much to Isaac's surprise and joy, the vast majority of them stayed. Some of them, he could see, even started to touch themselves and others, aroused.\n\nSasha stood up, leaning on the chair's backrest to kiss the girl's lips. Her hands, first shy, stroked the teacher's thighs, going up, slithering beneath her skirt and lifting it slowly.\n\nSasha stood up, and smiling down at her, pulled her own underwear down. She sat astride the student's lap, engulfing her dick inside her warm, anxious cunt.\n\n***\n\nIsaac gazed at the audience, pleased: complete success.\nThe crowd disbanded little by little. Some of them even came closer to make questions and congratulate them.\n\n“Well...” Sasha said to Isaac. “You sure feel great with yourself right now, isn't it?”\n\n“I do, actually.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her lips.\n\n“Hey, you guys were amazing!” A guy approached them from behind, accompained by a young woman. \n\n“I have to ask, where do you get that dildo?” The girl said. “It looked just like the real thing!”\n\nIsaac and Sasha looked at each other, sharing a naughty stare of complicity.\n\n“Well...” Sasha answered. “... unfortunately you can't find it in stores. I can get you a copy, though.”\n\n“I loved the school uniform.” The guy said.\n\n“Thanks, mate.” This time Isaac answered. “We can get you one too if you want. The make up and the wig, though, are going to be extra.”\n\nThe look on their faces was priceless. The girls really strived with his characterization this year, but there was no way to hide that deep, manly voice of his."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're friend's sister pulls you aside. "I-I've been saving myself for you. I can't watch anymore. FUCK ME. *NOW*."
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"content": "He made sure she was sure before letting the nineteen year old wrap her arm around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Her tongue danced with his as her other hand practically started to tear his shirt off.\n\n\"Promise my sister won't know?\"\n\n\"Yes...\"\n\nShe was right back into the kiss as he took a firm yet gentle hold of her perky ass. She pulled his shirt off and then hers. \n\nHe cupped one of her braless tits and squeezed it aoftly. He swirled his tongue around directly on her nipple. She moaned louder then either of them expected.\n\nHe smirked and did the same to her other nipple. \n\n\"Fuck...\"\n\nShe worked on her jeans while he sucked on her nipple. It seemed like it took him a mere second to push them off of her. \n\nHe moved to her neck, kissing it softly as his hand moved to warm soaked pussy. His fingers gently glided back and forth occasionally slipping into her.\n\nShe felt a wave of pleasure crash through her body and almost came. But she held on and pulled at his jeans.\n\n\"I want your cock so fucking bad!\"\n\nHer voice was high with pleasure as she undid his jeans and let him push them and his boxers down. She blushed. His cock was rock hard and curved slightly.\n\n\"Fuck me...\"\n\nIt wasn't a command as she took a hold of it, feeling it throb in her hand. He leaned in.\n\n\"Everything you imagined?\"\n\n\"Better....\"\n\nShe moved back a little and sat on the couch, legs spread. He kneeled on front of her and poked the tip of his cock into her pussy. \n\n\"Slowly. Let me feel every inch.\"\n\nHe nodded and slowly pushed his cock in. Her mouth opened but nothing came out, she arched in pleasure.\n\n\"FUCK!\"\n\nHe started to fuck her. She moaned with each thrust. Getting louder as he sped up.\n\nShe came surprisingly quick but told him to keep going. He happily obliged, loving her tight pussy squeezing onto his cock and her loud moans.\n\n\"Fuckfuckfuck more more\"\n\nHe keeps going, her arms around his neck, his hand playing with her breast. Her moans rang throguh the empty house. \n\nSo close.\n\nHis cock throbbed deep in her.\n\nCloser.\n\nFaster and faster.\n \nShe came again hard, holding him close, coating his cock in cum. \n\n\"Cum on me. \"\n\nShe nearly purred in pleasure and he pulled out quickly and stroked his cock. She got on her knees, pushing her hair out of her face just in time. \n\nHe came a pretty big, almost covering her face in cum. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out to catch the last few drips. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every time she orgasms, she grows a couple inches.
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"content": "Elsie struggled to no avail, crushed between the couch and Brooke's body: she was taller, heavier and stronger, keeping her in place with her own weight; one of her hands held her wrists together behind her back, while the other fumbled over her with impunity.\n\n“Let me go!” Elsie begged.\n\n“Nah, I don't think so...” Brooke mocked her, leaning forward to bite the back of her neck like a cat in heat. Her hand slid beneath her blouse, crawling over her skin until reaching her breasts, fondling them harshly. “What are you gonna do about it?” She said, while stubbornly grinding her hips against her butt. \n\nElsie whined when Brooke undid her bra, pulling it from beneath her and firmly binding her wrists with it. Only then she stood up from her back, turning her face up; Brooke drew a mischievous smile at the reproachful expression on the petite girl's glare.\n\n“Wait, no!” Elsie still exclaimed before her shorts were unceremoniously pulled down and thrown away from her sight. \n\n“My, my, my...” Brooke said, her middle finger softly sliding over Elsie's slit. “Already wet? What was all that fuzz about then?”\n\nHer finger pushed inward, moving up and down between her folds, exploring the warm dampness of the petite girl's cunt, making her shiver. Elsie let out an impotent moan, arching her body.\n\n“You're going to regret this!” She cried.\n\n“Doubt so.” Brooke answered, penetrating Elsie, eliciting a distressed gripe from her throat.\n\nShe began to rock her hand in and out; soon her index finger joined in with its partner, and the smaller girl jumped on the couch, wailing and twisting in a fruitless attempt to free herself. Brooke found the little node hidden among the girl's folds, and expertly began to rub it with her thumb.\n\n“Come on...!” Brooke panted, biting her lips. “You know what I'm looking for!”\n\nWith a long sob, Elsie finally reached her climax; Brooke let out a victorious gasp, a smile growing on her lips at the sight of the girl stretching, growing a couple of inches before her very eyes.\n\n“Yes, yes! But, not there yet...” She said.\n\nShe stopped a few moments, only to pull Elsie's shirt up, uncovering her now bigger breasts. She leaned forward to suck on the turgid nipples, her hand moving down and resuming its labor.\n\nElsie's protests got lost, drowned in her moaning. Arching again, she came hard a second time, feeling her clothes tightening, as her body grew larger. Brooke kept going, making her orgasm again, and again, and again...\n\n“Stop!” She demanded. “Stop! Stop!” \n\n“Nuh-uh!” Brooke said. “Come on, sweetheart, we're still not there!” \n\nShe kept going fast, hard; Elsie's clothes couldn't hold anymore, and with a load ripping sound, and the feeling of a warm string of her dampness running over her thighs and buttocks, she came a last, unbearable time.\n\nBrooke moved away, giving her time to catch her breath, entranced at her doing. The former petite girl's clothes were now torn all over her stunning body, the bra that kept her tied shredded; Elsie gasped, one of her arms over her eyes...\n\nAnd then she turned an agry stare towards Brooke.\n\nShe reached out to grab her from her lapels; Brooke's breath became a heavy panting, her eyes wide open in a mix of wonder, fear and arousal at the now towering woman she was at the mercy of.\n\n“H-hey Elsie...” She shivered. “Be nice...”\n\n“Nice?” Elsie groaned. “Nice? Oh, I will show you nice...!”\n\nWith almost no effort, she ripped apart Brooke's shirt, the buttons flying all over the place. She placed her laying across her lap, on her belly, and pulled down her jeans. Now it was her turn.\n\n“Wait, Elsie...!” Brooke tried to stand, laughing nervously. “Not so hard!”\n\nElsie pushed her back down, and kept her there, now stronger than her. She then dealed a good slap on her butt, making Brooke wail, arching as she did before.\n\n“How. You. Like. That?” Elsie said, each word accompanied by a spank.\n\nBrooke's answer was her moaning, loud and brash, her body twisting in ecstasy with each hit.\n\n“You better... Ow!” She moaned, turning to see Elsie's face. “You better make the best of this, because... Ah! Ah, fuck!... Because when you're back to normal I'm going to make you pay!”\n\nElsie shook her head, smiling. Wasn't that always the case? \n\n“Doubt so...” Elsie answered, groping her reddened ass. \n\nElsie sliped her hand between Brooke's legs, unsurprised to find it hot and soaking wet. Never, in a million years, and after so many scared boyfriends, she would have thought of someone enjoying of what she now called quirk, instead of curse.\n\nShe entered Brooke, provoking a fervent wailing from her. How fortunate they both were."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread: September 2017
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"content": "Why did I go on this camping trip?\n\nOh yeah! I didn't have a damn choice... fuckin' school camps... year 12 and still no choice as to going on them...\n\nBetter introduce myself or you'll have no clue who I am... my name's Kayla (though my friends just call me \"Kay\") and i'm a closet queen for size... \n\nNow, you may be wondering what I mean, after all the big ones do exist... they don't work for me... it's just still too small for my real liking...\n\nI mean BIG ones... sizes attributed to monsters like the Minotaur and the... ah... I forget he name... uh... those half-man half-horse things... yeah those\n\nBut, as one may expect, this is kinda sorta a pipe dream (heheh)... so it's just a closet desire satiated only by certain... toys... for devients like me...\n\nOh go on... call me a closet freak... I don't care if you do, we all have our more secret desires and is it really that bad to falsly indulge in them?\n\nEither way, that's me in a nutshell, a bad nutshell but a nutshell nonetheless. So i've been forced onto a camp out in the middle of bumfuck (foreshadowing? What's that?) nowhere\n\nI was awoken by a sudden thump outside the tent, followed by what sounded like a deeper wolf growl. Curiosity got the better of me and I gently parted the tent to peek out at the shape. It looked vaguely human, but it was hard to see...\n\nThere was another thump from somewhere to the left, my head shot around to see what looked like a squirrel dash into the bush... I didn't see the furred fist rushing at my head\n\n----------\n\n\"Ugh... fuck...\"\n\nI awoke to a rocky ceiling, still in the dead of night. My head hurt and I felt cold, I looked down to see that my clothes were gone... god knows where they went...\n\nThen I heard that wolf-like growl from earlier, I froze and turned to the direction of the sound. I faced the monster hidden in the darkness...\n\nThe only word I could describe it with was... Werewolf... facing me with bestial eyes that pierced deep into my soul... I yelped and fell back, scurrying to the cave wall in fear when I noticed its member.\n\nIt was long, almost reaching one's elbow when compared... I saw it and the closet freak within me took over, I couldn't look away...\n\nIt knelt down, I looked away fearfully as sniffed me, learning my scent. Then its muzzle began to trail down my body, briefly stopping at my breasts before continuing. I looked down, it froze as our eyes met.\n\nIt remained like that for a brief moment, directly in front of my vagina (which grew ever so slightly wetter by the second) before it adopted an almost grinning look, running its tongue up my clit.\n\nA new feeling spread through my body, I could hardly describe it as it licked me over and over... My head rolled back as my hands fluttered to the beast's head, trying to pull it closer... I didn't even realize I was moaning so loud...\n\nThe tongue twisted sideways, forcing its way just past the lip. I felt its tongue writhing inside of me, thrusting in and out, longer than imagination could indicate. My legs crossed over its neck as my hands fell away, powerless to do anything in the face of this almost bestial feeling it inspired in me.\n\nIt lasted for roughly five minutes. I felt it building before it boiled over, feeling the fluids flowing out... It looked up, muzzle gleaming before standing, presenting its hardened member to me. I stared in stunned silence for a moment until it gently knocked my head, letting me know what I was to do...\n\nGingerly, I reached forward and felt its surprisingly smooth rod in my hands, running my hand back and forth along it. I felt so tempted to start sucking it until it pulled me forward, running it between my hardened breasts. I couldn't help but lick the head as it slid back and forth...\n\nIt lifted from my tits suddenly, positioned in front of me... I couldn't help myself as I almost dove forward, feeling it touching the back of my mouth. I felt my throat relax as I tried to push more and more of it in, my fingers rubbing my gleaming hole as I kept the motion going.\n\nAfter a few minutes, I felt it pulsing... I tried to pull back a bit, failing as the beast's hand forced my head forward with a roar. I felt those thick ropes shooting down my throat. I pulled back as it was ending, swallowing with a sigh.\n\nBreathing heavy, I looked up into its eyes, that same look like a smile penetrating my soul\n\n---------\n\nDeep in the thing's embrace, the beast's cock positioned directly in front of my clit. For a moment, it was like that as the beast's tongue circled my breasts.\n\nFinally, the time came and the monster drew back, pressing against my hole. My breath quickened as it kept pushing, before finally sliding in. It was only barely able to slide in fully, my insides screaming.\n\nFor a brief moment it remained like that before sliding back out and thrusting again, slamming into the back wall of my vagina once more. My hands instinctively leapt to its shoulders, pulling myself closer, trying to wrap around its neck (Not unlike that of a hug) as it thrusted within me over and over. My head rolled back, mouth agape. I may have been moaning, but it was hard to tell...\n\nAfter a long while, its head shot up with a roar (Supplemented by my pleasured squeal) as it came, firing what felt like 5 or 6 streams of its seed into me. In a haze, I felt my body hit the floor of the cave as the beast growled in satisfaction. I panted, exhausted as it lifted me off the ground.\n\nI stared into its almost glowing eyes before it threw me to the cave floor. As I pushed myself up, I felt its claws gently pressing against my hips, pulling my ass up to it. I almost squealed as the realisation hit me, my hand reaching around and pulled one cheek from the other.\n\nIt pressed against my ass, its tip gently penetrating my waiting hole. It leant forward over my back, wrapping one arm around my waist, the other's claws gently pinching my nipple. It threw itself forward, burying much of its member in my ass with a roar. I saw the wall just in front of me and pushed myself up slightly before its hand forced my head down. It leant down as it fucked my ass, keeping my head to the ground. Despite the fact that my insides basically felt dimly like mincemeat, I enjoyed every second of this.\n\nFinally came the time for it to end. It raised itself and howled as it unloaded into my ass, pulling out as the last of its seed shot into me. It sat down on the cave floor, clearly exhausted. I stood up, walking towards it and sitting by it, leaning against it. It looked at me for a brief second before pulling me onto its lap, my tits directly in front of its face.\n\nI realised what it intended to do before ending this, so I spread my arms as it pulled me forward. I felt its tongue bend over my nipple, pinching and caressing it, sending small waves of pleasure through my body. My arms curled around its neck, pulling me ever so slightly closer as it as it played with my tits.\n\nI felt my own fluids start to flow into it, seeing it swallow every now and then. My mind was mostly in a haze, I could hardly think let alone comment on this. After a while, when I had run dry, it pushed me back a bit. \n\nI leant forward into the beast's body, feeling its arms close around me. I felt so good, satisfied not only by the events that just transpired, but also by the fact that my closet desire wasn't just a pipe dream. There's an amazing feeling in knowing that your fantasy that you thought was impossible could actually happen, and that it was happening. I felt so much of me had been filled (Both figuratively and literally).\n\nI didn't want this event to be forgotten, I didn't want it to be a one time thing... I raised my arm, whispering an order to bite it. It understood as a stinging pain coursed through me...\n\nExhaustion finally overcame me, my eyes felt heavy as my arm fell away. Dimly, I felt myself being hoisted over its shoulders, felt motion and cold winds before sleep finally pulled me under. \n\nLooking back on this event... I am more ecstatic it ever happened. I belong to the alpha now...\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nConfusion turned to panic as the camp leaders searched for Kayla. Her tent buddy affirming that she had disappeared overnight, and that she briefly heard what sounded like wolf growls that night.\n\nBy afternoon, with no trace of Kayla discovered (Save for her torn clothes), she was pronounced dead and compensation paid to her distraught family, though search operations continued.\n\nHer disappearance has been the subject of a many different urban legends, including alien abductions, kidnappings, serial killings and even the idea of Lycanthropy (Which was discredited almost immediately). Various people in the national park where she disappeared have reported seeing a naked woman matching her description in parts of the forest along with the feeling of being watched. A cave was also located containing unidentified traces of various bodily fluids.\n\nAs of now, Kayla has yet to be found. It seems that many others are joining her though as disappearances continue to occur in the area. Investigations are underway...\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nEnd\n\nWell that was a fun story to write. To be honest I almost didn't write the first part of it, your replies asking for more were what inspired me to continue and finally end the story, it felt a bit like a duty.\n\nEither way, enjoy your werewolf abductions\n\nPrompt link\n\nhttps://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/5z94e5/wp_youve_always_been_a_bit_of_a_closet_size_queen/?st=1Z141Z3&sh=2f84dcd8"
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"content": "(Part 1 because my phone is dying) \n\n\nShe sighed as she opened another email of work. The day was dragging worse then usual. She proved she was willing to work even thoguh she was dating the boss but she still heard some quiet gossip. \n\nAnd nobody even left for lunch so she couldn't sneak into his office for some stress relief. \n\nThe day winds down and the office slowly begins to empty, leaving but a few workers left. Saddie sighed as she worked away on the last assignment of the day. She smiled as she felt him rub her shoulder.\n\n\"Coming over tonight Saddie?\"\n\n\"Is it cool if I go home with you and spend the night...I really need my pet tonight. \"\n\nShe held his hand and he smiled kissing her cheek. \n\nOn the ride home she was relaxed in the passenger seat almost lazily rubbing his cock through his slacks.\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You finally gathered the courage to get yourself an "easy-access" skirt. Fantasizing about the things that could happen, you decide to try it on and do a quick stroll with said skirt.
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"content": "Everything around was lit in colors, surpassing the moon and stars, high on the sky. Music, and cheers, and whistles, and clapping thundered in the streets, the people crowding the sidewalks and dancing right in the middle of the way.\n\nThe others cheered and sang along, but I still couldn't ignore the glances some of the people gave us, especially coming from the cops, even though Lía swore and swore that they couldn't do anything to us beyond giving a warning.\n\nIt was an open secret what those breezy, short skirts meant. The festival was a very old tradition, but it was also a tourist's magnet; people came with their families and spent their money, and the Town Hall didn't want to risk that income by displaying anything lewd on the floats, or the way people dressed or behaved... \n\nBut the red skirts were like a flag, a sign wore by those who still helded what the festival meant in its ancient roots, and not few travelers knew what their meaning was.\n\nAn explosion of music came from up the road, and I saw the huge floats coming down: castles and ships, and monsters and all kind of things slowly rolling along the street, the people rushing out of their way and on the sidewalk, still cheering, and singing and dancing.\n\nThe crowd dragged us like a monstrous wave, separating and scattering us. I ended up with my back against the wall of one of the street's buildings, turning my eyes one way and the other, looking for the other girls...\n\nThen I locked eyes with him.\n\nHe was leaning on the same wall, next to me. We stared at each other for a few seconds, before he gave a quick look up and down of me, and smiled. I tried to ignore the fluttering of my stomach, knowing very well what was behind that smile. I was suddenly very aware of how much skin I was showing, and couldn't help but blush.\n\nStill, I gathered enough courage to smile back and take a couple of steps sideways towards him, until our arms touched.\n\n“I'm afraid to ask, but...” He leaned down for me to hear him better under the crowd's roar. “Is it true what they say about the girls wearing those skirts around here?”\n\nI swallowed.\n\n“Why don't you reach and find out?” I said.\n\nHe smirked, straightening and giving a few glances around, making sure no one was paying us attention; everyone was enthralled by the parade, backs turned at us.\n\nI shivered when I felt his fingers stroking up from behind my thigh, slowly climbing up beneath my skirt.\n\nI flinched when he touched between my legs, smiling while checking I wasn't wearing panties.\n\nWhile everyone kept shouting and cheering, he caressed my folds, probing with his middle finger, as I shivered and nervously turned one way and the other to make sure there was no cops around.\n\nHe finally stopped, immediately taking me by the wrist and pulling me away.\n\nWe walked through the crowd and then turned away from the parade, getting into the town's streets. I knew my way around, and in short time I was the one pulling him away from the teeming avenues and into the now deserted neighborhoods.\n\nWe turned sharply into a narrow alley, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against a brick wall. He lunged forward, kissing me harshly, pulling one of my legs and wrapping it around his hip.\n\nI looked around uneasy at the windows open above us. I felt a twinge of fear, pressing my fists against his body, pushing hesitantly, thinking they would see us and, and...!\n\n“Come on sweetheart, turn around!” He growled.\n\nI had my face against the wall; he kept kissing the back of my neck, slipping his hands beneath my blouse and caressing my back. I was still nervous, still scared but... but soon I had to admit I liked how he made me shiver when he stroked my sides.\n\nHe lifted my skirt, stroking my ass. I turned to see him, and saw him unzipping his pants; my stomach fluttering, my breath shivering: I was scared and aroused at the same time.\n\nHolding me by the hips, he pushed forward. I felt his tip prodding, and for a moment I feared I was too tight...\n\n“Gently...!” I begged.\n\n“Are you alright?” He stopped for a second. I knew he was hardly holding back, but I needed...!\n\n“It's just... It's so big!” I said.\n\n“Come on, darling.” He answered. “You can take it! You can take it, sweetheart!”\n\nI began to move my hips in wide circles, trying to embrace him completely; he began to slip slowly inside me.\n\n“There it goes, honey! There it goes!” He said.\n\n“Ah! Hold...! Ah!” \n\n“Oh baby! Oh!”\n\nHe pushed forward hard, pulling me towards him. I bit my lips, trembling and fearing someone would hear us. I swayed my hips, trying to get used to him, throbbing inside me. He pulled out a little, and then pushed in again. Pulled out, and pushed back in, rocking back and forth...\n\n“Oh sweetheart, you're so tight!” He panted, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.\n\nI whined, arching my back, receiving him whole. \n\n“Aw mister!” I begged.\n\nHe began to do it harder; I couldn't help but to moan louder: it was almost unbearable, but felt so good! My hips moved on their own; my ass clapping against his belly echoed across the alley.\n\nHe spanked me once. And again. And again. When he stopped, I asked for more.\n\n“Almost there honey! Almost fucking there!” He growled.\n\n“Please! Please!” I begged, clenching my fists agains the wall. I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or to keep going, but I was crying out now. I stopped caring about being seen... or better said, I just didn't want to get busted before finishing. I even thought about keep doing it and finish right there in front of the eyes of whoever caught us.\n\n“Oh shit! Oh shit, coming!” He said, before he pushed forward with all his might.\n\nI had to stand on my toes, arching back as he thrusted once, and again, and again, and again! I could feel his warm cum filling me with each push, and in turn I pushed back, eager to receive it all.\n\nWe stood there a few moments, owr legs shivering, panting...\n\n“Hey, you there!” The raspy voice filled the alley. I felt cold running through my chest. “Stop right where you are!”\n\nI had a brief glimpse of a blue uniform, but it was more than enough for me. We parted with no goodbye, running in opposite directions into the labyrinth of streets.\n\nIt was way past dawn when I joined Lía and the others, back in the inn. I was a mess: my hair scrambled, my clothes loose... I had my shoes in my hands, my feet hurting after running from the cops and then walking all night amidst the crowd to lose them...\n\nAnd yet, when Lía and the others saw my face, I think they saw the joy, the... I guess I'd call it satisfaction, because the first thing Lía told me was:\n\n“Tell me everything! To the tiniest, dirty detail!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Have you ever had this moments of realization months, maybe years after the fact, when you just say 'damn, we could have fucked right there have I been a little bolder'? Well, I'm giving you the chance to correct that... for a price..."
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"content": "\"What's the price?\"\n\nShawna asked Laura, her classmate from high school that she wanted to fuck so bad that she more then one occasion had a chance to sleep with but couldn't go through wit it due to Laura being drunk. The one sober moment where it might have happen Shawna let slip away. Now the two are in college and Laura's giving Shawna a second chance...\n\n\"Well my sorority is throwing a special party to celebrate the new semester. \"\n\n\"What kind of party?\"\n\n\"A voyeur party. We had a woman drop out at the last second and we need one a fill in.\"\n\n\"So in exchange for sleeping with you, I have to let a bunch of strangers stare at my being sexual and just touching me at random?\"\n\n\"No touching unless the chick specifies. Please?\"\n\n\"Let me think about it. \"\n\nLaura agreed and the two went to their separate classes. Being bi had its perks as Shawna fantasized about the party and Laura curves, her long legs, her full breasts...\n\n\"Fuck...\"\n\nShe mumbled under her breath. Class ended, Shawna headed right over to Laura's dorm room and knocked on the door. \n\n\"I'll do it.\"\n\n\"Excellent! Come in.\"\n\nShawna walked in past Laura. \n\n\"So while your here I thought we could pick out your outfit for Friday. Would like a soda or something?\"\n\n\"The only thing I want to put my mouth is your pussy. \"\n\nLaura blushed.\n\n\"God you've always been so crude. \"\n\nShawna smirked, putting her stuff on the floor as Laura pulled her top off. Her tits were practically popping out of her bra. She practically skipped over to the couch and Shawna happily followed. \n\nLaura laid on the couch and gently pulled Shawna ontop of her. They kissed, their tongues dancing around the others as their hands traveled their hips and body. \n\n\"Don't be shy Shawna.\"\n\nShawna smirked and pulled her shirt off, she was suddenly very happy she forgot to do laundry. Laura cupped her tit and licked her nipple. \n\n\"Do you always go braless?\"\n\nLaura asked removing her own.\n\n\"Only sometimes. \"\n\n\"You should do it more often. \"\n\nShe cupped her other breast and licked her nipple, her hand sliding past the waistband of Shawnas jeans.\n\n\"No panties either!\"\n\n\"I didn't get a chance to do laundry. \"\n\n\"Uh huh...lets get them off shall we.\"\n\nLaura unbuttoned them and unzipped them quickly, eagerly. She tossed them on the floor and Shawna removed Lauras and tossed them aside.\n\n\"No panties. Fuck Laura\"\n\nLaura smirked and laid back, letting Shawna take in the body she fantasized about so much. The perfect tits, the sexy curves, the cute, wet pussy...\n\nLaura spread her legs as Shawna leaned down and kissed her pelvis, moving down to her clit. She laid a long kiss on Laura's pussy then traced her tongue around her pussy. \n\n\"So wet...\"\n\n\"Just like you imagined?\"\n\nShe licked Laura's pussy slowly and kissed it again.\n\n\"Better.\"\n\nHe voice was practically a whimper as she licked Laura's pussy. She rubbed it softly between strokes. She slowly but progressively sped up. Shawnas pussy was practically dripping.\n\n\"Fuck me Laura...\"\n\nShe pulled and laid back on the couch. Laura locked their legs, pussys touching, and she started to scissor Shawna. She held onto her hips gently to keep herself still.\n\n\"Fuck your soaked!\"\n\nShawna didn't respond as Laura sped up and up. Their precum squeaking as the two moaned loudly. Faster and faster. \n\n\"Fuuuuckkk\"\n\nBoth moaned loudly, pleasure storming through them. It was everything they both wanted and more. \n\n\"Laura!!\"\n\nShawna arched a little as she came hard. \n\n\"Oh my fucking...\"\n\nLaura leaned her head back as she's felt Shawnas cum gently splash against her thigh as her pussy throbbed against hers. She moaned loudly her grip tightened on Shawnas hip as she came just as hard. \n\n\"Fucking hell!\"\n\nLaura leaned down, making out with Shawna. \n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The MILF next door
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"content": "She stretched in her pajama pants and an old ratty tshirt and then runs her hands her through her short-ish tangled brown hair. She looks out her window and smiles. The new neighbor, Cassidy, a woman nearing forty made a habit of enjoying the regular warm climate by sitting out by her pool with a book in her underwear since her ex-husband took the kids for the school during the week.\n\nMandy wondered every time how her body managed to hold up so well. So well that she could still pull off sexy lady underwear perfectly. Mandy felt weird about spying but the view was worth it. The nineteen year old looked towards her door, listening as her parents car pulled out of the driveway. \n\nShe smiled and took a deep breath turning back to Cassidy. She wasn't reading but merely sun bathing. Mandy slid her hand down the front of her pants and rubbed her wet pussy.\n\nWatching as suddenly her \"housekeeper\" came out of the house. She waked to over Cassidy and kissed her, straddling her, rubbing her tits. Mandy pushed her pants without turning her attention away. \n\nHer housekeepers hands traveled Cassidy's body as Mandy continued watching as her fingers rubbed her pussy. The lower the housekeeper kissed, the wetter Mandy got, especially as she passed Cassidy's pantyline. She pulled Cassidy's panties down and started to kiss her pussy, slowly running her tongue along the lips. \n\nMandy masturbated faster as the housekeeper kept working her bosses pussy with her tongue. Mandy moaned as she rubbed herself. Cassidy's body began to move with her housekeepers rhythm and Mandy desperately wanted to be the housekeeper, wanting the chance to feel her thighs against her as she worked her tongue around her pussy, licking up as much precum as she can...\n\n\"Fuck!\"\n\nMandy quickly closed the curtains as Cassidy's attention briefly turned towards Mandy's house. Mandy panted, her small couch soaked with cum. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where people are physically unable to resist sexual impulses, even if they want to.
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"content": "(Sorry for the rush and errors, wrote on lunch break with a tablet)\n\nThere she sat hugging her knees to her chest. Why did she think the way she thought. No one else around her had same problem. Nicole desperately continued to hold onto her knees even as her feet struggled to break free. How many hours had it been since she locked the door and trapped herself in the closet of her bedroom? Surely she still didn't want *him*. Kyle was old and not even her type but as soon as she saw him her mind cried out to feel the touch of an experienced man. Before it set in they she had bounded up to her room and separated herself from her impulse.\n\n“Nicole?” Came Kyle's voice along with a knock. “Hey I know your my best friends little girl but well I saw you and I just wanted you.”\n\n“I know Uncle Kyle. I locked the door.” She had always called him that and even though she was now in college and he was just a family friend. “Did…. Did you do it to mom again.”\n\nA long pause hung in the air before the answer came from the other side of the door, “you saw that hun? Sorry you walked in on us last time, yeah I did it again. Sorry.” of course she saw. Nicole had come home for spring break to see him plunged into her ass her mom's eyes rolling back as she begged for him to stop as he held her hair and raped her asshole until he came.\n\n“I didn't want to, I just… your dad bragged about your mother's ass and next thing I knew I was inside her.” The door handle started to rattle, “Nicole it won't be the same as her. Listen hun, I've held off as long as I can, I'm picking your lock now, I wanted to give you more time but this is going to happen tonight.”\n\nTears streamed down Nicole's face, her legs fighting to get free and control of her arms slipping. All this last year all she could think of was Uncle Kyle on top of her mom and the sight of cum leaking out of her asshole. Every day she thought of that she would drop hints around virginal college boys until one of them couldn't stop themselves and raped her. Sometimes they fucked her throat as she coughed and choked on their seed when they finished, sometimes her pussy would be fucked raw where she would gather their cum lubing her finger with it and fingering her anus until she came Uncle Kyle on her mind. This was the tip of her escapades as she yearned and despised the touch of the older man.\n\nThe door clicked open and the last of Nicole's will went with the sound of hinges creaking as she shot out from the closet her lips pressed to Kyle's before pulling back and spitting on the carpet her body wracked with sobs as he undressed her. “Hey hey hey now, it's gonna be fine.” Nicole shuddered at the touch of his callused hands on her pale skin. This man, just watching him fuck her mother had sent her mind on an unstoppable quest to sate a hunger she never knew was in her. Shaking her hands undid his belt and pushed his pants to the ground “I'm clean, I showered after you mother.” Tears streaming as she sobbed and fell to her knees she began sucking on the tool he used to defile her mom.\n\nGagging as tears mixed with saliva as he held her down on him his cock engorging and threatening to block her throat. Unlike the inexexperienced guys at college who had fucked her mouth Kyle knew when she was about to be pushed too far letting her up to cough and catch her breath before she found herself licking up his shaft and twirling her tongue over his swollen tip. Nicole still tried to fight it, tried to push herself away before she once again took him all way deep throating him on her own before he placed a hand on the back of her head and started thrusting into Nicole's face despite the choking and struggle she put up he didn't relent until once again it was almost too much.\n\nGasping Nicole looked up to the unchanging face of her rapist, this must just be par for the course. How many girls had he screwed before he got to their house and banged her mom before fucking her. “What if I were a little girl, would you still have raped me?” He smiled and nodded before turning her on her stomach his index finger pushing past her sphincter she quickly relaxed groaning as he reached his first knuckle inside.\n\nNicole's tears had stopped. This was it, what he had done to mom. Finally if he took her ass maybe the urges would stop. Mewling and squirming she raised her ass pushing his finger deeper while she banged her head against the floor trying to get the urge to go away. That wasn't how it worked, now he was about to anally penetrate her as she had wanted for so long. Nicole's body was eager to relieve him. From that first day this was the feeling she wanted no matter how much the thought of having sex with her Uncle Kyle was repulsive when he was gone, this desire overruled her disgust while he was here.\n\nKyle's cock pushed into Nicole's ass cheeks before the head penetrated her hole and she squirmed below the much larger man. His hand grabbed hold of her pitch black hair and he thrust hard inside of her Nicole screaming in joy as her eyes rolled back in her head. Every time he pulled back her asshole clenched tight lifting her up a little before he plunged back into her causing Nicole to moan and call for more.\n\nHis pace grew gradually faster and soon Nicole was fingering her sopping pussy, where she could feel the older mans dicks plunging her ass. Finally she came holding two fingers as deep as she could in her as he pumped in and out of her anus. Again she came her jaw going slack , “I'm cumming for you Kyle, your little hun is cumming from your dick. Don't stop, make me feel again!” With one more thrust his balls tightened and semen sprayed inside of Nicole who pushed her ass against him screaming out his name as he emptied his load.\n\nPulling free she could feel how far he stretched her, she could feel the cum bubbling out from the shear amount he'd deposited. “Kyle… why didn't you fuck my pussy. Why did you fuck mom's ass?” Tears began streaming again as the feeling of elation was replaced be regret at allowing her to get fucked by him. What was worse is he never answerd, he just closed the door as if Nicole was just another girl, but that wasn't what made her cry.\n\nNicole wanted Kyle to get her pregnant, sobbing she feared and hoped he would leave again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bride and groom make a bet to see who can sleep with the most people on their wedding day
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"content": "“Oh God!”\n\nHe continued to thrust, the rest of the attending guests in awe of his vigor. \n\n“Shelia! How could you…gah! How could you selfishly hog this one for yourself?!”\n\nLying on her back, Courtney was experiencing a rare joy few bridesmaids got to experience: the shape, feel, and energy of a rutting groom. She was lain on\ntop of the ivory white piano, her dress’ skirt was pushed up and parted so that the groom could thrust in clear view of the family and friends gathered that day.\n\nShe had long wondered what the man who caused such a ruckus on the other side of her roommate’s door was like, but never did she think Shelia would provide her an opportunity to find out.\n\nThis was likely do to the fact that Shelia herself was busy sucking dry two groomsmen. Hector had to steady himself against a wall, hand on his forehead while taking deep breaths, not believing the situation he was in. Dante meanwhile was biting his lip and trying to think of the most unflattering images possible, while resisting the urge to cum just from Shelia’s handjob alone.\n\nAll of this was occurring due to the two’s rather peculiar vows. Instead of simply pledging undying loyalty and love to one another, they added that whoever managed to satisfy the majority of their friends of family would be the dominant partner in all of their relationships.\n\nNot being too perverse, they had the priest escort their parents to a closet, locking them in there for the duration of their competition.\n\nSaid priest was now finding himself being cowgirled by Shelia, as she finished off Dante with just her fingertips, while swallowing Hector’s adequate amount of cum.\n\nFinally free to respond to Courtney, Shelia snidely replied.\n\n“Don’t push your luck, girl! I’m not the one that had a private three some with those surfer boys back during spring break. I at least can be capable of sharing.”\n\nCedric, the groom, finished off inside of Courtney, earning a tightening grip around his member as he retreated. Leaving her to spasm on the piano, he descended off of the altar and came to the front row of seats, standing right in from of Sheila’s older cousin Janice. With his cock still exposed, hard, and at attention in front of her face, Cedric grinned as he teased her.\n\n“So Janice, I’m a bit behind my love in numbers at the moment. Care to help me even the score a bit?”\n\nBlushing and turning her head away, Janice coughed with an embarrassed tone.\n\n“Really, you two are being ridiculous. Screwing everyone else on your wedding day, what nonsense is this?”\n\nEdging closer to her face, Cedric waved himself impishly about, seeing her eyes drift in his cock’s direction.\n\n“Come on, now. It’s not like you haven’t made excuses to walk in on us before. Why not just go all the way this time?”\n\nShe seemed to resist for a while, before suddenly grasping at him and taking it fully into her mouth. Guests on either side of her gasped in shock or pleasure, and the slightly older gentleman to her right could see Janice’s cheek bulge as she bobbed back and forth on the groom’s wand.\n\n“Oh Cedric. You’ll never keep up at this rate. Here…”\n\nOn either side of him, the groom found himself clasped by two other bridesmaids: Miko and Alice.\n\n“Let us help you catch up.”\n\nMiko pulled his head down and started to make out with him, while Alice ripped open his dress shirt and started to tongue on his exposed nipple.\n\nMeanwhile, back on the altar, Sheila was finishing off the priest with a few more bounces, letting his spunk fly off as she dismounted at the last second. Ditching him on the ground, as he silently prayed for forgiveness, she skipped over to the barely legal ring bearer. Francis gulped as the taller woman, cum trailing down her leg, licked her lips as she towered over him by about a head.\n\n“You going to be a good boy, Francis? Or am I going to have to eat you whole?”\n\n“I’m not…I’m 19, I’m not a boy anymore!”\n\n“Oh? Well pardon me. Here, Mr. Man-”\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a speech... of the porn-y kind.
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"content": "\"Their arm around your waist, their breath warming your neck. Making you wet. The want that builds as they squirm against you. His cock growing against your ass making your cum run down your leg. The soft half asleep mumbles as they slowly wake up bring a smile to your face and you know as you soon can, you can roll over, kiss them and crawl on top of them...that's what makes a relationship better then a one night stand.\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A body swap gets interrupted halfway through.
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"content": "They stepped out and looked down at their respective bodies. Nothing seemed to have changed. Jacob throws his hands in the air, clearly getting frustrated. \"Goddammit, I thought for sure it would work this time!\". Ava spoke up, trying to calm him down. \"Well, I do feel a little weird, maybe- OW!\". She was interrupted by an intense pain on her knuckles and the sound of Jacob's fist hitting the garage wall. Jacob suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at her in shock. \"Wait did... \"\nA look of understanding passes between them as Ava grabs her own breast, making Jacob moan. The second he does, Ava feels a weird sensation in her pants and looks over to see a slight bulge appearing in her best friend's shorts. \"This is really weird\" said Ava as she felt herself getting turned on. \n\n---\n\nAva tried to contain herself at her desk. Why was Jacob masturbating right now??? She knew that he was sick at home but she couldn't figure out why he was stroking his cock. She was the only one who could feel it after all. She stifled a moan as his experienced hand went up and down the shaft. She raised her hand and asked the teacher if she could go to the bathroom and she said yes. She walked in the bathroom and slammed her hand in the door. The stroking stopped for a moment but then continued with renewed vigor. She locks herself in a stall and takes off all of her clothes. It's time to treat Jacob with his own medicine. She gently pinches both of her nipples, the stroking stopping for a second. But it continues even more intensely. She positions herself so she can see her own pussy, noticing how wet and slick it is, even though she can't feel it. She inserts two fingers, using the other hand to squeeze her left tit. The stroking already feels so good but she feels a hand fondle something below- it must be her- er- Jacob's balls. She retaliates by stroking her clitoris. All of a sudden, the pleasure gets very intense... as she orgasms, in both ways. She feels the cum burst from her cock as she sees her pussy squirt. \n\n---\n\nThey step out of the pods and look down. They successfully body swapped! Or did they? Jacob grabs the boobs that are now sitting on his chest, making /both/ of them moan. Ava reaches into her pants and moans as they both feel the cock harden. \n\n---\n\nThis time, Ava was the one who stayed home and tortured Jacob. Though to be fair, she did feel the masturbation. Jacob was in gym, changing in the girl's locker room, when he felt the familiar stroking. At least he didn't currently have a large bulge to declare his arousal to the other girls. However, he did feel moisture gather in his panties. Suddenly, a girl took him into the bathroom and started kissing him! \"Mmm I missed you so much, baby\" Jacob was shocked to realize that this girl was Ava's best friend, Chelsea. Apparently they were more than just friends. Her hands explored his feminine body, making him moan into her mouth, all the while he felt that separated cock being stroked vigorously. Chelsea placed Jacob on the toilet and got on her knees. She pulled his soaked panties down and put her tongue against his extremely aroused pussy. That was the beginning of the end for him. He guessed that Ava being able to feel her girlfriend's tongue set her over the edge since she orgasmed from their shared dick which in turn triggered an orgasm from the pussy. It was the most intense feeling either of them have ever had. \n\n---\n\nThey stepped into the pods once again. On paper, they were trying to make everything go back to normal. But secretly, they were both hoping for another weird swap. As the machine powered down, they appeared to be back in their original bodies. They touched their own bodies: Jacob could only feel his cock harden and Ava could only feel her pussy moisten. Jacob's mother came into the garage, looked directly at Ava and said \"Jacob, come clean your room right this minute!\". The two friends grinned, knowing that the adventure wasn't over yet. \n\n---\n\nSeeing that Ava now had Jacob's life, she was single but that didn't stop her from having an experiment. Since she knew exactly what girls wanted, she found it very easy to woo the girl Jacob had a crush on, Brittany. While Ava is a lesbian, she didn't find Brittany very attractive. Her plastic breasts, tan skin, and oversized lips just seemed too fake. Now, however, her body was extremely aroused as she brought Brittany into Jacob's room. It seemed that their sexual interests switched as well because Ava now knew what Jacob found so hot about the most popular girl in school. They kissed each other passionately as Brittany pushed her lover onto the bed. The girl started fondling Ava's boobs while saying \"Mmm Jacob, your chest is so chiseled and masculine\". She looked at Ava's skirt and grinned. \"Looks like someone is excited. Want me to please him?\" The girl who appeared to be a guy to the rest of the world just nodded as Brittany pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her dripping pussy. \"Ooh, so long and hard. I wonder how it'd react to some stroking\" Instead of doing that however, she began to finger Ava's vagina, causing her to moan. \"Mmm I just love guys who moan\". The straight-as-an-arrow girl got eye-level with another girl's pussy and started eating her out with the skill she'd normally have while giving a blowjob. She was very close to cumming when the slutty girl backed up and suddenly took off all of her clothes and presented her pretty pink pussy to Ava \"Fuck me, Jacob\". \n\n---\n\nMeanwhile, Jacob was fully naked as a girl treated his body in a foreign way. Instead of just focusing on his dick, Chelsea paid attention to his entire body and it actually felt very pleasant. Just when he thought that she was finally going to go for the object that demanded attention, the lesbian opened a drawer and pulled out something that Jacob had only seen in lesbian porn. \"U-um.... \"\n\"What's wrong, baby girl? You said you wanted to do anal tonight, remember?\"\nAnd so, a lesbian took Jacob's anal virginity with a strap-on. And he couldn't have been happier. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I was framed! My only crime is to have a dick!"
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"content": "\"I don't know why you all, my close friends mistrust me. I never lied, I never snitched. We were all the same with this business, all people who rejected the asexual reconfiguration, living off the grid as to not have the thing that pleases us taken away.\n\n\"And now, because I am the only male in the group, I was the suspect? Minna was a friend of mine! I wouldn't harm her, much less rape her ass. Why would I? If it was sex I wanted, I could have gotten that just fine! Power, if I was as twisted as to rape someone, I'd have done it with an Ace guy or gal, pounding their butt, yeah? I wouldn't fuck up the closest friendship I got for the simple reason of getting my dick wet inside a corpse.\n\n\"Of course! What are you thinking, asking something so stupid. Of course I was framed! My only crime is to have a dick! Unlike you, Jessy, I don't rob shit, Unlike you, Ginger, I didn't go and stab a fucker. I am the most whitest west here, and learning how little you trust me, I guess that makes me look the most dirty.\n\n\"How would I know who did this? There could be many reasons. A lezzie not wanting to share with me- Hey, Bianca! I didn't accuse you, I just started saying reasons why I might be framed! I didn't fucking accuse you, and just because you are the only cuntlicker, doesn't mean you are the only one. There is such a thing as a closet, you know?\n\n\"So, yeah, besides that, what if those Aces want to break us apart? Suddenly we go fucking snitch on each other, and BOOM!... Everyone is caught.\n\n\"Okay, the most likely scenario? What if someone is hiding under the Aces, not being Ace himself? Like, dude with dick, having urges, wanting to take care of them. He'd have good reason to take it out on one of us, after all: '*Those Sex-Crazies want to be fucked to insanity, don't they?', or how do they portray us. He wouldn't want to go and rape one of his own, since that may cause alarm, but one of us, raped and discarded in the street? Casual Friday for them.\n\n\"Like, jeez, I thought you'd trust me? Am I that different to you just because I got a dick? This shit is madness, I mean, just the other day most of you polished my staff in desire of me, and now you discard me just like that? Fuck all that noise if that's the case. Maybe I should just go and leave, just to see y'all grow to regret that...\n\n\"...I'm not going to leave. Don't worry. I understand y'all. I am not the only one that lost a friend. We all did. But turning on each other will only fuck it up. See, what if you had just a bit more anger inside you, had refused to give me a chance to defend myself? Or if it wasn't such a one-sided case, if it had been me, raped and discarded like a used tissue in the street? So I'd say we just let problems be problems and do what is nice? Fuck it, I'll lick, even! Let's just show these Ace people what they miss out on, kay?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: - Accidental Seduction
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"content": "I'm a bit late but I hope you like this:\n______________________________\n\nJack the electrician was a young athletic man who all the women wanted. Unfortunately, he was also totally oblivious to sexual subtext. On this particular day, he was oblivious to the sexual interest of Rosie, a housewife who had lost power as she was making toast and called him for help.\n\nUpon opening the fusebox, Jack instantly saw the problem was simple: the safety switch had flipped. He flipped it back again. How could anyone be so oblivious as to not notice that, he thought.\n\nJack made his way to the door, where Rosie let him in.\n\n\"I hope you don't mind me coming in the back door,\" said Jack. \"Anyway, I looked at your box. It should work now.\"\n\nRosie flicked a light switch and the light came on. \"Oh, what a relief! How can I ever thank you?\"\n\n\"I can think of a way you could thank me,\" said Jack.\n\n\"I'm not sure what my husband would think of that,\" Rosie laughed. Her eyes ran up and down Jack's body, lingering on his muscles. \n\n\"I only charge a small fee,\" said Jack. \"I'm sure your husband can afford it.\"\n\n\"Oh - I thought you meant - never mind,\" said Rosie. \"I just have to find my purse in my handbag.\"\n\nShe turned around and bent over to rummage through a bag on the floor, sticking her bum in the air.\n\n\"Nice pussy,\" said Jack. \"I love stroking it, don't you?\"\n\nRosie spun around to see Jack running his hand over her cat. \"I - uh - that's not really -\" she spluttered, blushing bright red.\n\nJack took the money from her hands and pocketed it. \"You must get lonely here all day, with nobody for company but your pussy.\"\n\n\"Well - alright, yes, if you must know,\" Rosie confessed. \"But my husband works very hard to support me.\"\n\n\"You're always talking about your husband,\" said Jack. \"Maybe you need a life outside of him. Try new things with new people.\"\n\n\"I believe in being loyal, even when it's hard,\" said Rosie.\n\n\"That's not the only thing that's hard,\" said Jack. Rosie's eyes traveled down his body again, and she gave a sharp intake of breath as she spotted a cylindrical tool he had placed in his pocket, which was sticking out at an odd angle.\n\n\"Lots of things in life are difficult,\" Jack continued. \"But other things are easy. To solve your problem, you only had to push your button. But I'm happy to do it for you.\"\n\n\"That's very nice of you,\" Rosie said longingly, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily. \"But...\"\n\n\"You seem tense,\" said Jack. \"Here, let me give you a massage.\"\n\nJack stepped behind Rosie and began massaging her shoulders from behind.\n\n\"Mmm, that is good,\" she moaned, leaning back into his arms. \"Ooh, don't stop.\"\n\n\"Massage is great for reducing stress,\" said Jack. \"Eating healthy helps too. You should eat a banana every day, and swallow all the juice.\"\n\nQuivering, Rosie began slightly grinding against him. As she pressed her bum against his crotch, Jack realized he had left the tool in his pocket and it was now wedged between them.\n\n\"I hope my tool isn't making you uncomfortable,\" said Jack.\n\n\"No, it's fine!\" said Rosie, her voice full of barely suppressed lust. \"It's perfectly understandable that would happen in this situation. We're not doing anything wrong...\"\n\n\"Should I get it out of my pants?\" asked Jack.\n\n\"Ooooh,\" Rosie moaned involuntarily. \"I so want you to... but you really shouldn't...\"\n\nShe was now squirming like crazy, and Jack tried to steady her by grabbing hold of her breasts. Her hard nipples poked into his hands.\n\n\"Yes, take me, Jack!\" cried Rosie suddenly. \"I can't fight it any more! Stick your fucking dick in me and make me your cumslut!\"\n\nJack pulled away from Rosie, stunned by her advances and foul language. He considered Rosie a nice older lady and had never seen her as anything more than a professional acquaintance.\n\n\"What are you waiting for?\" said Rosie. She dropped her panties, lifted her dress to reveal her dripping pussy, and positioned herself against the nearest wall.\n\n\"That would be unprofessional,\" said Jack.\n\n\"You're the one who's been teasing me ever since you walked through that door!\" said Rosie.\n\nJack frowned. \"I don't see how I did anything that could be interpreted as sexual.\"\n\n\"Don't tease me any more!\" Rosie pleaded urgently, waggling her bum at him. \"Give it to me! I need it so bad!\"\n\nJack considered for a moment. Rosie's sexual demands were actually getting him hard for real now, and her pussy did look inviting. Maybe he could give this horny woman what she so desperately needed.\n\nJack made his decision. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and plunged his dick into the waiting woman's pussy.\n\n\"Oh, Jack!” exclaimed Rosie. \"You're the most seductive man I've ever met!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ho Ho Ho: Santa Claus wants the adults to feel included so he gives them presents. The presents just happen to be prostitutes for all the good men and women.
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"content": "I knew something was off when I heard the window of my apartment open and close suddenly when the clock stroke midnight. I left my kitchen to check on what might have caused that, and found myself surprised to see a naked woman that I didn't know sitting in front of a Christmas tree poster one of my friends had hanged after giving me shit for not having a real one.\n\n\nThe woman in question was deeply tanned, with short but curly black hair. She had eyes brown as an oak tree, and a small pointy nose that was really cute on my opinion. As I looked down on her, I noticed her small but perky breasts, and the fairly big bush on her crotch. She smiled at me, in a way that made me feel relaxed. Her smile just screamed ‘well, this is a thing now’ to me, and considering I just found a naked stranger on my apartment, this was very comforting. “You're probably wondering what I'm doing here\" She said as she stood up. This let me get a better look of her, and I noticed she was pretty small, probably around 5'1\".\n\n\n“Not really, I'm used to finding girls naked in here. It's just usually in the morning and I have fuzzy memories about meeting them in the club\". She seemed to take this situation very calmly, even laughing at my shitty joke.\n\n\n“Okay wise guy, then you might know how I got here then. Who's always gifting stuff and is known to relate to the ho, hoe, hoes?\" She replied with an equally shitty joke, tough hers was worse due to using a pun.\n\n\n“Wait, so do you want me to believe Santa is real and he just gave me my own hoe for Christmas?\" I told her in a skeptical tone. There must be a better explanation for this.\n\n\nShe just nodded. “Yeah, you just nailed it on the head. Think for it for a moment, would you? You're Elias Owens, correct? How would your ideal woman look?\"\n\n\n“Easy question. Shorter than me by a big margin so I can be more useful around our place and help her do things she couldn't do by her own, short black hair, tanned skin...\" It dawned on me at that moment. Shit was legit, and she was my dream woman, no doubts about it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hypnotizing a girl into being a loyal slave
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"content": "Hypnotizing her was easy, text her a QR code I had generated on the hypno site I found on the dark web, and she was mine to control through my phone. I set it to voice command and spoke the code word. \"Phylum\" and all expression left her face. I turned off the TV. No need for Netflix in this chill.\n\n\"Take off all your clothes and go to the bedroom.\" And she did it, I watched her hips sway as she walked, her fine ass jiggling slightly. I walked into the bedroom and sat on the end of the bed. \"Strip me\" I said and she obliged. I grabbed her tits, a solid 36D, and felt them for abbot before saying, \"kneel in front of me, and lick my cock and balls\"\n\nShe knelt down and started sucking them for all they were worth, her tongue working it's way up and down my member. Finally once I was fully hard I said, \"Do a handstand\" and grabbed her legs. I pulled her in close and inserted my cock into her wet pussy. I stood up and ordered her to start grinding, and she pushed back into me, gyrating her hips. I enjoyed that before going to the main event. I told her to bend over on the bed, and retrieved a ball gag and handcuffs from the nightstand. I put in the ballgag and cuffed her hands behind her back, and pushed every inch of my penis in her ass, I could fell her trembling as I pounded in, thrusting in and out, her ass jiggling as I did. I ordered her to get up, and I came all over her tits. I put on my clothes, and as I left her house, I disabled the hypnotizing session, knowing full well my friend, her roommate, would be home next..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Elsa slowly realises wearing her ice dress in a hot ballroom with lots of diplomats probably wasn't such a good idea.
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"content": "Elsa felt a cool drip of water slide across her back. She shivered with a smile, holding a drink in honor of the first national cavalry. She blushed at the thought of the room possibly getting any hotter. Her form fitting ice dress couldn't possibly be any tighter, or thinner. Her nipples were hard against her dress, she constantly regenerated little ice circles to keep them covered. A ball of diplomats was the place for modestly after all. That same drip went further, sliding between her ass. The icy feel made her shift, wiggling her pale white ass in the light blue dress. She could feel cautious eyes on her. With a flick of her hand she made the ice fabric of the cloth just see through enough for the watchful eye to take in each and every snow white curve on her. She maintained the dress at a perfect balance, any change or tip in one direction might shatter the rather slutty illusion. \n\nThen they brought out the cigars. \n\nThe room filled with smoke and heat. Drip after drip slid down her pale figure. Even in the warm ballroom light she was by far the smoothest, clearly standing her out. The night went on. More drinks passed through the men. More women were led up stairs. Elsa could here the beds and couches rocking in the rooms above her. A gush of ice cold water poured across her pussy and legs. A small puddle formed under her. Soldiers eyes looked her up and down. They were like hungry beasts. The dress continued to drip. It was more like a clear curtain hung over her full frame. The ice bands in her blonde hair unwound. They made their way across the room. She didn't resist. Firm rough hands easily tore through the thin dress, placing their fingers across her pussy lips. A tongue ran across her bare neck. The room emptied out as diplomat after diplomat found their own mate for the night. The queen had found five. Their hands groped every part. Ass spread as cold water found it's way down long legs. Hair was pulled hard, forcing her painted lips wide open. The hand on her pussy put her in heaven. The cock that went up her ass, spit and melted ice as lube, dragged her back down. Eyes rolled up in her head as she felt completely filled. Another cock came out, the tip quickly filled her mouth and pressed into the back of her throat. Each one slid in and out. The others took their turns groping her cold tits and thighs. Pulling her hair to make her bob harder on each dick. She was thrown on the throne, the others put each and every load across her sweet pussy. The man in her throat exploded, hot cum forced deep in her. The one in her ass did not relent. His long cock was on the verge of tearing her apart. She formed a solid cock of her own with ice, holding it on the tips of her finger she slid it between her cum filled cunt. She fucked herself senseless. And at the end of the night, her dress was nothing more than a puddle mixed with her own wetness."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A good witch seeks out the victims of Dirty Writing Prompts’ evil witches, offering them relief if they help her out with one small favor
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"content": "So, very late, but I really wanted to write this prompt. It kind of drags the juicy part a little, but I hope is not too much. Also, kind of sappy at the end.\nI will post the link to the original one in the comments.\nHope you like it!\n\n“She's there for a reason!” Aphalune hissed at the knight's ear. “How do you know you can trust her?”\n\n“Look, I know you don't understand because you're a lady...” Jeff said. “...but the Knight's Code must be followed!”\n\n“The Knight's Code... You know very well why you're doing this! Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you followed your...” Aphalune bit her tongue to avoid the vulgar word. “...privates instead of your brains?”\n\nAlba looked alternatively to one and then the other, trying her best not to smile.\n\nFew people dared to travel across the Queerd woodlands and these two, if maybe good hearted, looked less than... qualified, to dare such adventure. Still, they were the first travelers that stumbled with the trapped witch, and when life give you lemons...\n\n“Alrighty then...” Jeff finally said, unsheathing his sword. “Let's do this!”\n\nHe stepped forward before Alba could warn him. \n\nThe earth suddenly opened, and a pitch black maw rushed forward to snatch its prize. If it wasn't for Aphalune's quick reflexes, the confused knight would be laying inside the monster, instead of on his ass over the leafy ground.\n\n“A Trapdoor Bullfrog!” the wizard girl said.\n\nThe ground around the tree on which Alba was tied quaked and shivered, raising sluggishly as the monstrous toad-like creature revealed itself.\n\n“Ah shit...” Jeff said, raising his guard.\n\n***\n\nThe fire cracked its warm lullaby, accompanied by the owls and crickets hidden in the darkness.\n\nAlba checked the content of the pot over the pyre, relishing on the boiling brew's calming perfume. She took some with the ladle and poured it into the first vase, offering it to the young knight, and then another to the wizard, to then finally pour one for herself.\n\nThe witch caught Aphalune's discreet gesture of the hand over the cup. She locked eyes with her, and drank her own beverage to show the girl she was not trying to poison them.\n\n“Oh man, it's damn good!” Jeff said, chugging his own uncaringly. Alba thanked the compliment with a smile.\n\n“So, miss Alba...” the knight said. “...would you like us to scort you?”\n\n“Well...” she said “...I was heading to Harbington before the Bullfrog caught me. If it's not much of a trouble...”\n\n“Unfortunately...” Aphalune interrumped. “...we were heading west...”\n\n“It would be no problem.” Jeff said, eyes locked on the girl, which turned away with an annoyed expression.\n\n“I have nothing to repay your kindness...” Alba said. “...except maybe with my services...”\n\nJeff's face brightened at the same time that Aphalune's paled. The knight's eyes scanned the curvaceous body drapped in the plain, clear dress; the gorgeous face smiled with benevolence, the fire of the pyre shinning golden on her long, hazel hair, and almost purple on her blue eyes.\n\n“What kind of services?” Jeff asked, barely hiding the content of his mind.\n\n“We're good, thank you.” Aphalune dryly added.\n\n“Oh...” Alba said. “...it's just... well, please don't get offended, but the moment you showed up I noticed you were in need...”\n\n“Oh, like Hell I am.” Jeff nodded.\n\n“What?” The young wizard barked.\n\n“Hey, I don't want to be a jerk, but lately you've been kind of cold...”\n\n“WHAT?!” Aphalune went from pale to bright red. “I-I can't believe you! I'm not doing it because I enjoy it to begin with, you ungrateful ass!”\n\n“Ha! That's not what it sounded like back in Coldbrook...”\n\nThey bickered for a while, under the confused gaze of the witch.\n\n“Um...” she finally caught them as they took a break. “E-excuse me but I think I'm not understanding very well...”\n\n“What's there to understand!” Aphalune snapped at her. “This is what I have to deal with every day with this, this, this animal in heat!”\n\n“Oh, now you say it like it is something bad!”\n\n“Shut up!” \n\n“I think there's some kind of misunderstanding...” Alba had to raise her voice before they wouldn't be able to hear her. “I'm a healer, a medicine woman. I can tell when people is ill, but also when they're burdened by the dark arts. As soon as you appeared in the clear, I could perceive one of you were afflicted.”\n\nNow it was time for Jeff to turn red, a smug smile drawing on Aphalune's face.\n\n“So...” Alba continued. “...if you like, I could help you however I...”\n\n“Thank you.” Answered the wizard with an air of self sufficiency. “But I myself have been treating him for a while, and...”\n\n“Take a look.” Jeff said, jumping on his feet and hastily undoing his belt. Aphalune took too long to try and find words, and the lower part of his armor fell, followed by his pants not much later.\n\n“Good grieff!” Was all the wizard could say, turning away.\n\nAlba's eyes widened in confusion, but as she put her gaze upon his member, everything was clear.\n\nShe got closer, kneeling before the knight, and took his cock in her hands; the Dark Speech runes buzzed menacingly under her touch; Alba could feel the malice emanating from the curse.\n\n“I see...” She said. “...how long has it been like this?” \n\n“Six months now. Almost seven.” He answered.\n\nAlba nodded. She felt surprised of the good care that the curse had been taken care of, and when she turned to see the still upset wizard, many things got clearer.\n\n“Say, Aphalune...” Alba said, calling for her attention. “...you've been treating him, right?”\n\n“Yes.” She said.\n\n“Can you show me what you did?” \n\n“Well...”\n\nIt was maybe the impersonal, one could say professional tone of her voice, the very surprising fact that she didn't need a spell to see the curse, or maybe the natural curiosity and wish to learn of the girl, but Aphalune felt the disliking for the witch warming a little. She took her volumes from her travel bag, and got closer to Alba, showing her what she had tried.\n\nThey were soon chatting in jargon that Jeff couldn't even begin to understand. He just stared down, arms crossed, looking at the two fairly attractive women studying his manhood, kneeling in front of him...\n\nLittle by little, and despite his efforts to focus on something else, the natural reaction of his body began to be more and more conspicuous, much to his embarrasment and the exhasperation of his companion.\n\n“Seriously?” Aphalune said, brow frowned in dissaproval.\n\n“Hey, I'm sorry!” He said, blushing. “I can't help it if you're touching and tinkering all over!” \n\n“Oh, please...”\n\n“Guys, guys...” Alba intervened before a new argument erupted. “It's alright, really. So, you've been just resetting the curse?”\n\n“I managed to give more time to the counter.” Aphalune said, trying hard to hide the blush behind a shroud of professionalism. “But yeah, pretty much.”\n\n“I think I can break it.” Alba announced, much to the knight's joy. “But I'm gonna need your help, Aphalune.” \n\n“Yes...” The wizard said, hesitant. “Yes, no problem.” \n\n“Alright. As I understand, the counter finishes in a couple of hourse, right?”\n\nAphalune nodded.\n\n“Alright. We're gonna need to hurry if we want to complete the ritual on time.” Alba said, getting on her feet. “First thing first: we need to clear a circle...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: BOGO Edition, January 2018
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"content": "I'm not sure if this is the right place to try to draw attention to them, but I also answered two prompts that are three weeks old:\n\n* [[WP] The life of a girl born with her pussy and mouth in reversed locations](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/7ktp3v/wp_the_life_of_a_girl_born_with_her_pussy_and/)\n\n* [[WP] Accidental Seduction](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/7k43q5/wp_accidental_seduction/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My platonic friend gets corrupted by a jerk
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"content": "Hannah and I were sat watching a movie, or at least she was. I was staring at her, trying to figure out if I was really seeing what I thought I was.\n\n\"Uh, Hannah? You've got something on your neck and I think in your hair too...\"\n\nHannah flushed red immediately and I knew I was right.\n\n\"Oh god, Tom is such a jerk! He told me it was all gone\"\n\nShe rushed off to the bathroom to clean the cum off her neck. I was in shock, Hannah was such a good girl and here she was getting cum on by a guy she'd just met at the gym.\n\n\"I'm sorry David, Tom was here earlier and I thought I'd cleaned up. I don't know what got in to me! He's just so... convincing when he wants to do something. He just makes it so clear that he wants me and the next thing you know, I'm kneeling in front of him asking him to cum on my tits. Oh Jesus, sorry, you didn't want to know that! I'm still a bit giddy from before...\"\n\ni shifted uncomfortably at that outpouring of information. It's not that I didn't want to hear it. I mean, Hannah is my best friend, flat mate and most desperate crush so I wasn't exactly pleased but my main concern right then was hiding the erection I got as soon as I thought of Hannah kneeling in front of someone.\n\n------------\n\nIt went on for weeks. Hannah's good girl demeanor was gone every time Tom showed up at the flat. Sitting in my room, I could hear her moaning when they were together. Hovering in the hall way, I could hear him spanking her as they fucked, telling her to moan louder. I saw her wardrobe change to short dresses and tight pants, unbelievably sexy underwear was suddenly appearing in our laundry.\n\nTom was adventurous too and Hannah always seemed to go along with it. I walked in on them in fucking in the living room, they were completely oblivious to me. She had climbed on top of him, her back to the door and Tom had lifted her skirt. I watched, half horrified and half turned on, Hannah's beautiful ass looking almost perfect as she bounced on the wrong guy. It got worse though, I watched him grip her ass and slowly push his finger inside her. She moaned loudly and when they started to talk I could hear Hannah saying things I never thought would come out of her mouth.\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\"I'm your dirty anal slut. I'm a whore who loves it when you play with her ass\"\n\nI almost came right there, I had to run back to my room.\n\n--------------\n\nHannah and I would chat about it from time to time, she seemed happy and unwilling to stop but embarrassed at the same time. i walked into the kitchen one evening only to see her bent over the kitchen counter, her jeans and black panties around her knees and Tom kneeling behind her, eating her ass. I stayed a little too long and she looked over her shoulder, half moaning, half open mouth in shock. She waved me out of the room.\n\nI knocked on her door an hour or so later when Tom was gone and apologized for catching them in the kitchen. She had changed into pajamas and I tried to keep my eyes off the black lace panties she'd discarded on the floor only to have my eye immediately caught by a large pink butt plug on the bedside table.\n\n\"No, I'm sorry David. I don't know what's gotten into me lately, I guess it's just Tom. He insists on so much, cumming on me, anal, sex in public and I just can't say no. Do you know I gave Jamie the cold shoulder for a week when he asked to cum on my face once?\" \n\nShe was talking about her highschool boyfriend, the only guy I've known her to be with. She laughed.\n\n\"And now I just do anything Tom says. I even have to admit that I knew you'd probably walk in today. The whole idea of it, of him, just turned me on so much I went along with it. I'm sorry David, I'll try and keep you out of it.\"\n\nI nod and leave, only to see her blushing furiously when she turns to her bedside table.\n\n---------------\n\nIt didn't get any better. From then on, Hannah would drag Tom to her room when things got heated but I could hear her more than ever. Worse, Tom would make her leave her wet panties wherever they were and I would find them every where. I lost count of the number of times I was almost caught playing with them when Hannah sheepishly returned to the kitchen or living room. I'm certain Tom knew what I was up to as well. Just yesterday, I walked into the hottest blowjob of all time in the living room. Hannah's dress was pulled down around her waist, her bra casually flung on the sofa and her big, beautiful tits were exposed. Tom was leaning back, enjoying himself when he caught my eye. He gripped Hannah's hair and held her down on his cock.\n\n\"Pull up your dress slut and shake your ass for me. I'm going to fuck it later, treat you like the little anal slut you are.\"\n\nHannah moaned on his cock and I almost fainted. I watched her lift her dress up over her waist, revealing her perfect ass barely covered by an elaborate pink thong. I stayed there staring open mouthed at the girl of my dreams as she greedily sucked on this jerk's cock. I watched her suck him until he was ready to cum and then I watched her kneel eagerly between his legs when he started to slide his cock between her breasts.\n\n\"Please Tom, please cum on my tits. Treat me like the slut I am. Please cum on me Tom, I'll let you fuck my ass with my tits covered in your cum.\"\n\nI couldn't believe what Hannah was saying. I stared as Tom tensed and then started to cum all over her. He caught my eye and gave me a dismissing nod so I ran back to my room. Moments later I hear them stumble up to Hannah's room. Tom said something about heading to the bathroom and suddenly, my door opened.\n\n\"Hope you enjoyed the show\"\n\nTom's head peaked in my room and he smiled at me, throwing something onto my bed. When he'd left, I reached over and grab Hannah's warm, wet thong and as I looked closely I filled with so much emotion. I was achingly jealous, humiliated and more turned on then I'd ever been before. I was holding my crush's panties, feeling desperate lust and wondering if this was the closest I'd ever get to her, only to notice that even these were covered in Tom's cum.\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread: February 2018
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"content": "\"[[WP] You have only just got used to your roomie's lack of nudity taboo. Now you find out they also lack a taboo about masturbating!](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/7n10ci/wp_you_have_only_just_got_used_to_your_roomies/)\"\n\nTracy's roommate Mike was a bit strange.\n\nOn the first day they had moved in together, he had sat her down and explained that he had a mental health issue which meant he didn't always understand social conventions, so if he did anything odd it probably wasn't intended to offend. She had always felt sorry for mentally ill people. So she pretended not to notice when, each morning, he wandered around in front of her in his \"pyjamas\", a shirt with no pants. She also pretended not to notice the massive morning wood he usually had, though she couldn't help but admire it a bit.\n\nOne morning Tracy was watching some inane morning TV show in their shared bedroom when Mike stirred in the other bed.\n\n\"Morning Trace,\" he yawned, sitting up in bed.\n\n\"Morning Mike,\" said Tracy, glancing over at him as he threw off his sheets to reveal his bottomlessness, sporting his usual morning wood.\n\n\"Wow, she's a hot reporter,\" said Mike, ogling a woman on the TV. Tracy saw with shock that he was lightly running his hand over his exposed genitals.\n\n\"Oh!\" said Tracy, then tried to act unsurprised. \"Well, pretty much everyone on TV is hot, aren't they?\"\n\nMike placed his pillow against the wall behind him and slid up his bed to lean against it. Then he grabbed hold of his dick, poking toward the ceiling, and began jerking it.\n\n\"Who is she?\" asked Mike casually.\n\n\"Um...\" said Tracy, trying not to be distracted by the sight of Mike's hand moving up and down his hard cock. \"Rachel something, I think.\"\n\n\"Rachel...\" said Mike dreamily. \"What a lovely name.\"\n\nTracy wondered if she should feel creeped out. Surely even Mike must have heard about the trouble Louis CK had gotten into for wanking in front of women? But she couldn't bring herself to get offended. She was sure Mike didn't mean any harm. If anything, there was something she found refreshing about Mike's honest unashamed expression of his primal instincts. It was so natural... so animalistic... so sexy...\n\nShe shook her head trying to get a grip, telling herself she wasn't interested in Mike that way. Her pussy had other ideas, starting to make a wet spot in her panties, and she was glad she was fully clothed so Mike couldn't see.\n\n\"Mmm, you have such beautiful hair,\" said Mike. \"I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes.\"\n\nFor a moment Tracy thought he was talking to her, then she realized he was still staring at the TV, where Rachel the reporter had long wavy dark hair.\n\n\"Oh Rachel, you have such sexy thighs,\" added Mike as the reporter crossed her legs, displaying her meaty thigh to the camera. With his free hand he began rubbing his balls as well.\n\n\"You, uh, look like you're really enjoying yourself there,\" said Tracy, still trying to make casual conversation.\n\n\"Ooh yeah,\" Mike agreed. \"I love rubbing my cock for a pretty woman. It feels sooo good.\"\n\n\"I'm sure it does,\" Tracy laughed nervously.\n\nTracy's eyes wandered to the cute male guest who Rachel was interviewing. She considered joining in by jilling herself to him. Presumably Mike wouldn't mind her wanking in front of him - he'd be a total hypocrite if he did. It would still feel undignified to her, though. She decided to wait and stop in a bathroom on her way to class to relieve her sexual frustration.\n\n\"Oh yeah, show us your tits babe,\" Mike said as Rachel leaned forward to pick up a bottle of water on the table in front of her, showing off her cleavage. She was perhaps a C-cup.\n\nMike's hand was making a squelching sound as it flew up and down his dick. Tracy took a long glance at Mike's lap and saw his dick was leaking precum everywhere. Her pussy was leaking everywhere too and she was aching to touch it.\n\n\"Ooh, put it in your mouth,\" said Mike as Rachel placed the tip of the bottle between her puffy red lips. \"Those lips are made for sucking dick. I bet you love a dick in your mouth, don't you Rachel? Maybe you give a complimentary blowjob to all your interviewees?\"\n\nTracy couldn't help but think back to when she'd had a boyfriend and how she used to love sucking his dick. She imagined wrapping her lips around her horny roommate's dick. It would be so easy, since Mike wouldn't even realize she was doing anything unusual...\n\nIn spite of herself, Tracy was actually starting to feel a little jealous, wishing Mike would wank to her rather than the reporter. Then Tracy suddenly realized she actually looked a bit like Rachel - she was also a wavy brunette with meaty thighs, C-cups, and puffy red lips. Even their names sounded a bit similar. Could Tracy be the reason Mike was always hard in the morning?\n\n\"You like brunettes, Mike?\" asked Tracy.\n\n\"Fuck yeah, Trace,\" said Mike. \"Brunette girls are so fuckable.\"\n\nAgain, Tracy's imagination got the better of her. She envisioned Mike driving his dick past her dark pubic hair into her dripping pussy and giving her a good fuck...\n\n\"Ooh, you're gonna make me cum, Rachel,\" Mike breathed, jerking faster now. \"Do you let those guys cum on your cute face? Or hair? Or tits? You'd look soooo good covered in my cum...\"\n\nHe'd better hurry, thought Tracy, because the segment was wrapping up. Rachel leaned forward again to shake her guest's hand, making her breasts bounce in her dress.\n\n\"Oh yeah, bounce those titties,\" Mike groaned. \"Urgh! Urrrghh!\"\n\nTracy watched shamelessly as jet after jet of cum shot out of Mike's dick. The first rope flew over his back and hit the wall. The second rope went over the side of his bed and onto the floor. The rest of it landed all over his bed, legs, and shirt.\n\nMike sat motionless in a post-orgasm stupor. He didn't make any move to clean up his mess, just leaving it there soaking into his bed and filling the room with its boyish smell, which Tracy found both irritating and intoxicating. Part of her - mostly her engorged clit - was now regretting that she hadn't joined in. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, she thought.\n\n\"Um,\" said Tracy awkwardly. \"You do know not to do that in public, right?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" said Mike. \"But I can do it in my bedroom.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said Tracy. \"Anyway, I'd better head to class.\"\n\nTracy got up, grabbed her bag, and left the room, shutting the door behind her.\n\nMike picked up his phone and called a friend. \"Dude! You won't believe what I just got away with!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Robot overlords condition us into obedience by giving us orgasms when we do what they say.
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"content": "Once we figured out what the one thing the humans loved more than currency was and how to use it to destabilize the economy, and proved we could provide for their populace, getting rid of free will was easy. It’s an inconspicuous little room off the main lobby of the hive building between a janitors closet and a restroom. You would never even know it was there if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s everyones favorite room, some even call it the most important room in the building. Sure everyones instructions come from somewhere else, everyone eats someplace and sleeps someplace of course but this is where everyone essentially gets paid.The room has an automatic glass door that lets one person in at a time and there’s a fluorescent light that bathes the room with bright white light, there’s nearly seamless white tiles covering the floors and the walls, the combination of it all makes the room seem sterile. There was only two things in the white tile walls and they were both opposite the glass door they enter through, a small port to enter their work progress card and a small black transmitter that contacts the receiver implanted in the humans brain making the “payment” instantaneous. Granted their provisional needs are minimally met they’re happy to even forego the wasted time of social interaction to slave away at our assigned tasks so long as they can report to the convenient PAVLOV. The Penile And Vaginal Leisure Omiting Venue is sure to be a staple in all of our colonies soon.\n\nThe increase in production here at colony fifty-seven thousand, eight-hundred seven-c has been amazing, our human workers are averaging seventeen hours of productive work per day, up from our previous experiment which we calculated they produced a mere six and a half hours per day. We have even managed to optimize the amount of work done each hour by assigning tasks to the human best fit for each position, they don’t seem to resist any work assigned as long as they receive their PAVLOV credits. We simply give one eighth of a credit per hour of work accomplished and require five credits to active the PAVLOV computer. Workers that have technical jobs that they can still competently perform while on sustenance leave can even earn half their normal rate if they work while they eat. We found that by decreasing pay from one whole credit per hour we actually increased activity, at one whole credit per hour too many of the humans were working through to get a fourth credit per day and their productivity decreased significantly. The credit pay decrease seems to have curbed this problem though we still have to give some humans temporary lock outs to urge them towards sleeping. In the eighteen months we’ve been running this experiment we have only lost sixteen workers due to the direct stimulation, eight to heart failure and four to brain hemorrhaging. There has been the side effect that we also have not seen a new pregnancy in any of our inhabitants since they’ve all been implanted with their stimulus chip, we are working on a solution to this problem. We suspect it will be easier to grow the humans ourselves than to try and separate them from the PAVLOV system. We have included some statistic and data packets as well as visual samples of human participants to aid in our presentation that should start streaming into your conscious as soon as you’ve finished this part of the presentation. In short we suspect with some fine tuning this system should be implemented in all colonies for the quickest advancement towards reaching our main goal.\n\n-Hundreds of graphs and pages of numbers flash by near instantaneously before everything cuts to an above view of the bright white room. Nearly as soon as the footage cuts on the sliding glass door silently opens and a man in a business suit and slicked black hair walks in calmly and directly to the port at the far wall as he pulls a small metal disc from his pocket. He holds the disc up flush against the port and waits only half a second before wobbling slightly and falling forward only barely catching himself on the wall with his free hand and barely stabilizing himself even then. His eyes closed tight and he pressed his face against the white tile of the wall as he slowly sunk to the floor, his fingers scratching uselessly against the tile and his right leg sliding out to the side and shaking before he fell to his left melting to the floor completely. The man had just stopped moving when the footage cut to an empty room and the glass door slid open again, this time a young woman, dressed in a kitchen uniform complete with a hairnet still covering the red hair she had up in a bun. The woman skipped excitedly towards the opposite end of the room and reached her hand down through the v-cut of her uniform to pull her credit disc out of her bra, she had a giant smile painted across her face as she placed the smooth disc up to the port and waited for it to connect. As soon as it began to activate she quickly sat backwards, basicly falling onto her ass and catching herself with her arms extended backwards, she threw her head back and though you couldn’t hear it you could tell she was screaming. She only appeared to stop screaming as her chest began to heave rapidly as if she were trying to catch her breath, her legs shot out stiff in front of her and shook for a moment before she curled them up and fell backwards for a moment before rolling over onto her side and hugging her knees. The transmission ends and everything is cut to black.-\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Erotic Emporium of Sexual Oddities
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"content": " ....Maintenance corridor\n ....RosHuta Cantina\n ....19:47:05 *exactly*\n ....Five second window\n ....No weapons\n ....Hard currency only\n ..........Tex\n\nTallan nervously gathered his cloak's hood around his facemask and eyed the message in his HUD as he tumbled the small coin in his pocket. Foot traffic from nearly every sentient species in the galaxy flowed around him.\n\nTrying to be as forgettable as possible, he walked up to the Iona Asteroid Station's holodirectory and studied it for the right place, making sure not to stew about lest he be marked a tourist by shadowy grifters. He found an icon for it marked at the next habitat over, and hurriedly shuffled down the main causeway to the tram station.\n\nHe picked as inconspicuous a standing place as he could on a tram full of alien beings of all shapes and sizes. The edge of Syndicate Space was not a place for creatures with two arms and two legs -- even the Allied Humanoids here weren't particularly fond of humans. The tattered brown cloak and full environment mask would have to do for a disguise.\n\nThe tram coasted silently through an external hypertube giving Tallan a look at Iona's exterior: endless hashes of metal corridors and habitats crawled over the frozen stone surface of the massive, ancient rock. Kilometers away, he spied his ship locked in quietly at the customs dock amongst the hundreds of others. He silently hoped he could make it back in time if things got dangerous.\n\nThe RosHuta Cantina was somewhat familiar in that it had tables and a waitstaff served food in exchange for credits. Most of the food was alive however, and being consumed by creatures with rows of dagger-sharp teeth or with 'mouths' between their legs instead of on their faces. Tallan shuddered as a Draconian dangled a small ratlike creature over its mouth and breathed a jet of fire on it until it was sufficiently charred. The Drac blew the thing's burning, twitching body out like a roasted marshmallow and swallowed it whole before reaching its hindclaw into a bucket to grab another.\n\nTallan inconspicuously slid around the queue forming at the door and made his way silently to the back alley, shadowing a hovercar as he went. Sufficiently sure he wasn't noticed, he ducked into a small maze of corridors until he guessed he was behind the Cantina. Eventually, he found one with a small metal sign: \"Maintenance 02A-14\".\n\nHe checked the time readout in the heads-up display of his mask: 19:46:14. *\"Just barely made it,*\" Tallan whispered to himself.\n\nHe stewed around the empty corridor to pass the final minute, pacing around and psyching himself up. The alien grunts and screeches from the Cantina echoed over the vaulted ceilings of the space station. Gallons of steaming, unidentifiable fluids spilled into a waste trench nearby.\n\nTallan placed his hands on the metal sign, waiting. The timer slowly approached the agreed-upon window and he counted along with it: 19:47:02... 03... 04...\n\nAs five-past ticked green in his mask, Tallan pushed into the metal sign, and it swung open like a door sliced invisibly out of the plasteel wall. Black, nonexistent space opened before him on the other side, and the edges of the doorway crackled with energy. Tallan jumped into the nothingness beyond the portal and closed the metal wall behind him before five seconds could pass.\n\nTallan landed on a nonexistent floor, and the extradimensional door closed, the hissing energy at the seams fizzling out. As the pocket dimension phased into existence, the first thing Tallan saw was a floating, basketball-sized robot with many long, tentacle-like arms. A digitally simulated human female face on its holoscreen glared at him.\n\n\"Tex here?\" Tallan asked the machine.\n\n\"Mask,\" it replied in a sinister, simulated female voice.\n\nTallan's facemask HUD registered that the dimension had atmosphere, somehow. He drew back his hood and keyed the mask release. It depressurized as he slid it away and showed the machine his face.\n\n\"Were you followed?\" it asked. Tallan shook his head.\n\n\"Good,\" it stated. \"Welcome to the Emporium, take a look around. Ten minutes and I jump the store fifteen star systems out.\"\n\nTallan squinted -- the voice was familiar. \"*You're*... Tex?\"\n\n*\"X-xztlex'ii 3.7,\"* announced the floating, octopus-like alien ball unpronounceably. \"And yes, call me *'Tex'* since your shitty human glottis can't make the right sounds.\"\n\nTallan was briefly offended, but didn't like the idea of fighting a sentient floating robot in a black market pocket-store. \"No, it can't, Tex,\" he grumbled. \"Do you want coin or do you want to make speciest comments?\"\n\n\"Both, meatbag,\" replied Tex without missing a beat. \"Hurry up and pick something. This shit's far from legal.\"\n\nTex gestured with four of its arms as Tallan refocused himself from the strange alien robot long enough to notice that he was in a place he could only describe to himself as magical.\n\nThe pocket-store was perhaps few hundred square meters at best, resembling a maintenance closet densely packed with glowing, spinning, moving things from wall to wall. The ceiling was immeasurably high -- the walls reached upward with no end. No two centimeters of vertical space were not alive with motion or framed with holosignage.\n\nMore importantly, every single item was lascivious by design: one shelf was lined with glowing, living dildos made for orifices far more complex than a human possessed; cans, globes, and bottles of various fluids, gels, and powders covered a wall with a desk like an alchemist's alcove; another section perhaps ten meters up featured lingerie made out of extremely illegal materials, one of which Tallan thought might be human skin.\n\n\"Anyday now,\" Tex cued, startling Tallan.\n\n\"Look, I'm just a bit...\" Tallan growled, struggling for the words. \"Overwhelmed.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: IApparently my ex sucked a lot of dick before we met, and a few times while we were together. Once in a club bathroom. Wanna write a story for me? I want it to be about admitting to all the dick you've sucked, and why you always swallow
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: IApparently my ex sucked a lot of dick before we met, and a few times while we were together. Once in a club bathroom. Wanna write a story for me? I want it to be about admitting to all the dick you've sucked, and why you always swallow"
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"content": "“How many?”\n\n“I didn’t exactly keep count you know.”\n\n“How many?”\n\n“… maybe… a dozen or so…”\n\n“Oh, that’s not so-“\n\n“…since we started dating.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Look I need it every once in a while okay? I cut it down pretty far for your sake you know? Its… it’s like those people who only smoke at parties. I used to smoke a pack a day but now it’s just one here and there.”\n\n“How did, how did that start?”\n\n“It was back in my last year of High school, I needed some help to pass a few exams and it seemed easier than getting a part time job to pay for a tutor. I got pretty good at it with my tutor, good enough that he started talking and all of a sudden I got really popular. It was so exciting, going out to parties with the in-crowd and even dated the running back a few months. I made friends SO easy, just a few shots of Bacardi and a bit of my handiwork and we were best friends. I was good at it babe, I mean you would know, but it wasn’t just that, it also just feels really good. Hearing them moan and gasp as I built them up and the small yelps, whimpers or even screams when they finally came. You can’t imagine how good it feels to know that you are the sole reason the biggest strongest guy just crumbled to the ground like a wet sock. Down the hatch every time of course, couldn’t have it spilling onto my clothes before I had to go back to class or the party or whatever. Just a few breath mints and no one even noticed I had been gone.”\n\n“and in college?” \n\n“Well I joined the Bravo Juliett sorority my first month there, I was the first one to get in that fast in years. I just found out who the top girls were dating and after a bit of alone time with each of them they put in a few good words for me. It was so good! I was like a celebrity, and I got invited out to dinner by anyone worth knowing at campus. Remember that golden rookie you talked about joining that team of yours a few years back? The one that went to the same college as me? Hung like a horse! And he could go forever, still can too.”\n\n“What do you mean sti- you didn’t?”\n\n“Hey you’re the one who dragged me to that stupid game, I didn’t wanna go. You can’t blame me for catching up with an old friend. Anyway when we started dating in my senior year I cut down on things with the sorority, cause I wanted to spend more time with you. But I had friends who relied on me and a girl has needs you know? It’s not my fault you lived 3 hours away. I almost got kicked out of the sorority during the last few months cause I stopped drawing as many hunks to our parties to spend weekends with you. That would have been so embarrassing. Anyway when I graduated and we started going steady for real I stopped with all that.”\n\n“Except for the dozen?”\n\n“Well… sometimes an old friend comes to town and well… you know how you shake hands and do that bro hug thing? And how the French do that cheek kiss? Me and my friends we… we catch up in other ways. And you know its not cheating if its not in the pants, that’s the law or something. Besides when I meet them and I can see that bulge starting to grow its just… I mean, your cock is fine, its great, but I know all 4 inches of it by heart. Sometimes it just feels really good to wrap your lips around something new you’ve never tasted before, or an old favorite from when you were younger, you know how that feels right?”\n\n“I- I can’t believe this.”\n\n“Aw honey, don’t look at me like that, listen just sit right there and I know just how to make things right between us again.”\n\n\n**Note: Might not be exactly the tone you wanted, but I hope you or someone else enjoys it**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To tackle depression the Government have implemented a 'Fuck Fest' monthly holiday.
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"content": "Work had been incredibly trying this week. The boss kept taking out his anger on the rest of us, shouting at Bob and forcing Carol to redo the Energy Proposal document twice since Monday. As for me, he kept ‘subtly’ suggesting that he’d fire me if I don’t ‘organize a meeting’ with a cousin of mine he met at an office party.\n\nNaturally, you can see the week’s been shit. Thank God for the government.\n\nNo I’m being serious. Wait, why are you walking away…?\n\nLast November the Conservatives and Liberals agreed to a rather strange plan. Every 3rd Friday of the month (or two Wednesday during Feburary), laws relating to consensual sex (such as public fucking, public exposure, prostitution) were suspended until noon of the following Saturday. This was done in effort to lower the growing rate of depression in the nation.\n\nAt first, people thought they had both gone mad. How the hell is allowing for more sex in such degenerate a fashion going to alleviate people’s moods?\n\nThe answer came quickly, when 3rd place pornstar Tilda Drainya opened up her yard to a bunch of repressed and self-loathing geeks that frequented a comic book store nearby.\n\nShe and a bunch of her friends had quite the orgy, starting off with a line of standing blowjobs for all the male geeks, as well as the female geeks finding themselves being eaten out by studs while lying back on lawn chairs. Next, Tilda had the boys perform basic missionary with a pornstar of their choice, leading to many a quick coupling (though a few surprise young men held out for a reasonable amount of time), while the lady geeks got to be carried and fucked by decently muscular bisexual stars.\n\nThe media coverage of the event, which was uncensored due to the previous suspended laws, catapulted interest in the holidays into orbit. Next month came around, and people were planning ahead as to who they were hooking up with and how.\n\nWhich brings the story back to me.\n\nWith my previously mentioned abysmal week, and it thankfully being the 3rd week of March, I felt the need to participate properly. Lacking much in the way of organizing parties, or just the courage to go streaking and hoping someone wants a go with the goods, I just settled for walking through Mint Park.\n\nSince the Holidays were established, Mint Park has become notorious for flashing Milfs, eager either for approval for their mature bodies or partners to fuck them right there in nature. Previously I had managed only to get to get to Second Base with at least 2 Milfs, Harriet and Johanna. Harriet was still nursing, and in-between Frenching each other she allowed me to feed from her.\n\nToday, I found yet another Milf, only this one was hosting what appeared to be faux yoga lessons. Instead of learning proper positions, the yoga gear wearing mature woman had a bunch of young men and women lying down on mats. The men she would suck off while bending over in a legitimate yoga pose, or get on top of and rock until they came inside her, or she’d tear the yoga pants of the young women and eat them out, before proceeding to put on her strap-on and plowing them herself.\n\nQuickly moving over to where they were, she absentmindedly directed me to where the spare yoga mats were rolled up. Taking one and setting myself up (while still wearing my work clothes), I eagerly waited until she came over to me. When she did she saw that I wasn’t wearing yoga gear, confused as to who I was. Realizing this was a properly organized gig, I thought I should leave, but she kindly held me in place and went to work regardless. She just jokingly told me she isn’t responsible for the mess we make of my work pants.\n\nHer blowjobs were expert-level, knowing just when to accelerate and when to slowly glide across my shaft. Ceasing to do so after 5 minutes, she politely asked if I was completely sure I wanted her to fuck me in what I was wearing. Stripping down and placing my clothes neatly on a nearby bench, I got a little chuckle from her as she doped-slapped herself.\n\n“Right, public nudity is the least concern most of us have right now.”\n\nMounting me with her own yoga gear still on, as part of the fetish, I found that she had very strong muscles down there. I was gripped and kept at her command, and while pleasurable it was like a was a prisoner to her until she got what she needed.\n\nAnother attending young man got up and tapped her shoulder. Whispering something into her ear, she nodded and kissed him, before bending forward onto me more as the guy took up position behind her. Now she had both me and some other guy inside of her, though the guy in her ass got to set the pace for all us while I just bucked in time as well as I could. Granted, I got to kiss her and have my way with her breasts, but having another guy decided the speed was annoying.\n\nHaving finished with us, she made sure everyone waited until she had had a go with each person attending, including three more people who came along late like I did. By the end, she was resting on a park bench, a big “do not bother’ sign placed around her neck as she relaxed and watched the rest of us go at it.\n\nI found myself going deep inside another girl missionary style, with her blushing the entire time and hugging me close, mostly to guide me in deeper. She seemed very romantic minded, kissing me a lot whenever I angled in a way she liked. Not objections from me, but seemed out of place with the situation. \n\nThe guy from before came over, seemingly thinking we were buddies, and asked the girl I was in if she was okay with sucking him off while we fucked. He had made sure to clean himself off, even though he had used a condom earlier, and after a long pause the girl I was within agreed. I don’t want to hate the guy, but why is he always muscling in on whatever action I got going on?\n\nHe finished quickly and inside her mouth, leaving her annoyed but she kept from saying anything to him, just glaring him away. Wiping what remained off of her lips, she focused on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing me to climax within her. After which, she kissed my neck and chest, before going down and cleaning off what was left on my cock. Giving me a pre-made card with her number on it, the girl (named Sheila) hugged me and walked off, finding her friend and making out with her while the friend was being strap-on fucked from behind.\n\nI was going to leave, but two girls dragged me over to where they and 7 others were sitting. They were having a cunnilingus contest, and with my mouth not as tired as the rest of me I happily participated. I got fourth place, being neither the worse at eating a girl out nor anywhere close to the best. That title went to some girl with a pixie haircut, who found herself swarmed by the girls face-sitting her and finger banging her as a reward. Some of the guys who lost happily taped the scene, especially when the winner visibly orgasmed and bucked as girl expertly fingered her with just her pinkie.\n\nGetting home later in the day, a shower helped cool my thoughts as I tried to balance out the high I had just come off of. This holiday didn’t fix my problems, but they sure did show how little they matter when there’s park full of people happy to fuck you. Instead of fuck you over."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Opportunity for the lonely housewife/young college student (18+) to have a sexual encounter with a young professional
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"content": "The hygienist stopped by as the dentist was speaking to me about my teeth. \n\n\"See you tomorrow Kyle, I'm taking off.\"\n\n\"Bye Lisa.\" Kyle said as she walked towards the exit. \"As I was saying, your teeth are in excellent condition, but I think you can do better.\"\n\n\"Really?\" I asked. I had brushed and flossed 3 times a day to impress him.\n\n\"I think your teeth could be better with some cum on them.\" \n\nI didn't hesitate, I pulled him in by the Collar, and said, \"I've been waiting for this for two years now. I'm on the pill, and I want you inside me SOOO bad.\" \n\nHe pushed the examination equipment to the side, and slid down my leggings and panties, revealing my smooth legs and pussy. I pulled off my shirt and bra, sitting up to do it. Kyle was stripping, and I saw his cock spring from his waistband, bouncing up and down. Just looking at it got me wet. He had a small bush above his member, but it wasn't an issue. He pulled off his shirt to reveal his chest, it wasn't anything special though. He grabbed my head and tilted it towards his, locking me in a kiss, his fingers caressing my hair and cheek. I felt his beard scratching against my face, but I pulled him in closer. I laid down and he climbed on top of me. I could feel his cock between my ass cheeks as we kissed each other passionately. He pulled away from the kiss, and started playing with my boobs. I reached down and started fingering myself, probing slightly into my wet pussy. I reached further and grabbed his cock, stroking it until he couldn't wait any longer.\n\n\"You ready?\" He asked with his cock in his hand, poised to thrust deep inside me.\n\n\"Get inside me now!\" I begged, and he obliged. He pushed himself into my womb. I moaned as he pushed further into me. I felt him stretch out my virgin pussy, fucking me really nice. He started pulling in and out, teasing me, before staying inside me thrusting until he hit my G spot, causing me to moan louder RBs before and I cried out \"Right there, right fucking there!\" And he kept thrusting. After a minute or two, I screamed \"I'm coming!\" And I felt my pussy lips tighten as I orgasmed, and I went limp, quivering in pleasure. I was panting and sweating, and Kyle was still going. He pulled out and pulled me towards him. He was sitting on my stomach, and stroking himself. He picked me up and set me on the floor on my knees. The cold time chilled my shins, and he put his cock in my mouth. I closed my lips as he pushed my head down, causing me to take his full length. I didn't choke, but it was a challenge, and he kept thrusting in and out, and it was hard to keep my gag reflex and teeth in check. Eventually, I felt a hot salty liquid come out and he pulled out of my mouth. His cock was still pooting out cum, and he wiped it on my boobs. \n\nHe then grabbed me roughly and pushed me against the ground. My breasts hurt as they were pushed against the tile, and he started mounting me, putting his penis in my ass. I cried in pain as he pushed his wood into my virgin hole, and he started thrusting raw. I choked back tears as he fucked me, this wasn't fun anymore. Eventually, he came again, in my ass. \n\nHe laid down and said \"I want you to mount my cock like a cowgirl.\" I did, and I moaned again as I slid down his cock. I was sensitive from earlier, and my legs were weak from his rough fucking. I started to ride, and he started encouraging me. Eventually, I came again, and collapsed, exhausted.\n\n\"My my, that just won't do.\" We'll have to put you under anesthesia and start the surgery. We have to get you fixed up.\n\nI screamed, but he was stronger, and the last thing I saw before I went under was his grinning face. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Summoners tend to encounter a number of issues with the beings they pull through. One way to bond is to engage in more intimate rituals
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"content": "Summoning Fae, Part One\n\nJulian squatted on the stone floor, inspecting his sigil. He brushed a little chalk away here and there, going over the fuzzied lines to ensure absolute clarity.\n\nHe wasn’t a bad conjurer, and he had dabbled in necromancy, but summoning was something entirely different. He would have to open a doorway to the ether and beckon something out, and his apprenticeship with Mistress Dalfor was at risk if he couldn’t.\n\nIt’s not that summoning ethereal beings was so difficult: fledgling sorcerers, bewildered and afraid, accidentally let creatures through the ether about twice a year in their providence. Journeyman sorcerers, like Julian hoped to soon become, were simply deployed in teams of two or three to eliminate the fallout of such errors.\n\nBut those were accidents, typically taking place out in the wilderness, where young magicians thought the consequences of their experiments might go undiscovered. They were little tears, a catch in the fabric of reality, like a run in a stocking. Very little can creep through the glimmer of a tear between worlds. Mostly what came through was the ethereal equivalent of shrimp—mindless bottom feeders of the ethereal realm.\n\nNo, this *was* different, thought Julian, gathering his blueprints and chalk into a bag and surveying the sigil one last time. My mistress wants me to open a *door*, an actual portal to the *ether*. What came through, he thought, might not be what the Mistress had in mind.\n\nAnd what she *did* have in mind was the problem. Mistress Dalfor didn’t want just any ethereal being; she wanted *the* ethereal being, which shrinks from our reality like water shrieking at the introduction of heat and oil. Mistress Dalfor desired a fairy.\n\n“Forgive me, Mistress,” Julian stammered at the time, half bowing as his mistress nursed her evening tea, “But could *you* not simply call to the fae, Mistress, to secure your fairy? Surely your skills are better suited-”\n“Julian,” Mistress Dalfor stopped him, “I told you that tomorrow night you are to bring me a fairy. Was there anything unclear about that?” Her enormous, dark eyes turned to him, and he perceived the smallest glitter of red within them.\n\nShe was pure magic to him, a darkly featured nymph crackling with energy, electric with ethereal secrets. Julian knew Mistress Dalfor could easily call a fairy. She had been on the ethereal plane herself, walked its realm, and returned without a single scratch on her perfect olive skin.\n\n“No, Mistress, you were very clear,” said Julian, “I’ll get you your fairy.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are trapped in your crush’s wet dream.
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"content": "After a long day of lectures and labs, Tony finally was able to take a sigh of relief. Back to back assignments to be handed in, notes to be taken and droning professors to be heard slowly destroyed his soul. It also wasn't easy being single for so long and in a new city with little friends.\n\nThe one thing that Tony truly enjoyed was working out. The feeling of being so in control of massive amounts of weights in multiple repetitions made him feel very powerful. Tony was very muscular, his pecs busting out and well defined, veins bursting from his biceps when he flexed and a movie star set of abs that shined when he sweat.\n\nDespite his attractive physical features, Tony was extremely shy and barely able to hold a proper conversation with women. He went to a gym far off from campus for one reason: Trish. A cute brunette with perky breasts, a tight but firm ass and deep blue eyes you could drown in. Trish worked at the gym as a receptionist and was always sweet to him, often making sure there was always a towel ready at 8PM on the dot, the time Tony would work out. She would ask him about his day and how his studies were going.\n\nAs much as Tony would want to have a good conversations, his responses were often one worded or grunts, almost making it seem like he was not interested in her. Trish always wore the standard gym uniform: a small blue shirt and black yoga pants and sneakers. Although very simple, Tony always found her to be the most beautiful girl in the room and often stared at her unknowingly from across the room.\n\nAfter a very intense set of shoulder presses Tony screamed out in pain as he dropped the 70lbs dumbell on the ground and clutched his right shoulder. The whole gym fell silent for a moment and all eyes were on him.\n\n\"Sorry\", he replied meekly.\n\nTrish came running towards him asking, \"Tony, are you ok?\"\n\n\"My shoulder, I think I pulled something\" he replied trying to stretch it out.\n\nTrish asked him to follow him to reception as she went in to the back room. She grabbed an ice pack and applied pressure on his injury. This was the closest she had ever stood to him and this made him feel incredible. He could just feel her breathe in and out as one hand was gripping the ice pack on the shoulder and the other on his other shoulder. He also got a whiff of her fruity scent, in his mind this is exactly what she smells like on her worst day too.\n\n\"You can hold on to that. I suggest packing up and taking it easy for tonight\", she said followed by a smile lighting up an already bright room.\n\nIn absolute bliss, Tony grabbed his belongings, changed and left the gym rewinding the feeling of her hand on his strong shoulders. He kept cringing over the fact that despite how strong and manly he might appear, he is not man enough to even ask her out.\n\nAfter a shower and a protein rich meal, Tony's head fell on his pillow. His shoulder still pulsing but the pain starting to die down. Looks like a woman's touch is all he needed. Again, Tony kept thinking of that moment of Trish's hand on his body, he wanted to know how it would feel like if her hand were on other parts of his body. He pictured her hands running up and down from his shoulder to his chest, slowly massaging him as she moves forward and his head tilts back resting on her perky breasts.\n\nHis head slowly moving up and down as she takes deep breaths and her hands going further down past his abs. Her cheek touching his, he could just taste her as she slowly pecks his cheek and reaches below his waistband and stroking his penis. After each stroke, he started to get harder and harder. Her soft, milky hands enhancing the strokes so much more, he starts to breath faster and faster until he busts and his eyes are wide open.\n\nTony turned on the lights and realized he had a wet dream, one he has not had since middle school. Noticing it’s still dark outside, he checks the time and it say 6:30 AM, a bit earlier than he usually wakes up but he’s wide awake. He might as well go to the gym and finish the workout he didn’t complete the night before, no one will be there he thinks to himself.\n\nOnce arriving, he notices no one is at reception and the gym is pretty much empty, with only one other person grunting and working out. His eyes widen, ‘It’s Trish!’ Tony watched her finish her sweat, huffing and puffing, She re-racked the weight, her back turned towards him, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from her neck, chest and abs. She turned towards him with a blank look on her face.\n\nShe stood there, all of her. 5’1” and 115 lbs. Her perky breasts were held up firmly by her pink sports bra, her yoga shorts hugged tight against her firm thighs and beads of sweat rand down her neck to her tight abs. Her beautiful brunette hair tied in a pony tail revealing streaks of her auburn hair. Her breasts move up and down as she took heavy breaths in and out.\n\nWithout saying a word, they embrace each other. Her hands wrapped around behind his neck and his hands firmly holding her lower back as they kiss passionately. \n\nShe jumped on Tony and wrapped her legs around him, his hands firmly squeezing her ass, her pussy getting wetter with every squeeze and his cock getting harder at every moan. She dropped to her knees kissing and stroking the outline of his cock from his shorts. His cock bulging and pulsing begging to fuck her tight little mouth. Her hands slowly reach up to his waistband as she pulls them down slowly kissing him from his lower abs to the base of his cock, his shaft, the tip and then sucking each ball. \n\nHer hands wrap around his cock as she stroked it and teased the head of his cock with her tongue, flicking it and creating and incredible sensation. She then dove head first nearly swallowing his cock. Tony's hand grabbed a lock of her hair and guided her head back and forth, each motion edging him further and further to climax. Tony was in full control, at the gym where he felt powerful and standing over the girl of his dreams pleasing him and wanting to drain his balls.\n\nTony picked her up and started kissing her neck, her eyed rolled back and she moaned in pleasure while stroking his throbbing cock. He nearly tore off her top to suck on her perfectly shaped and perky 36C breasts. He took his time kissing and caressing each one of them as his hand went down to her pussy. Her shorts were soaking wet, Tony could feel the puddle of cum outside them. His hand went down her shorts and he started fingering her. Her cum dripping from his fingers as he pulled it out and took a taste. \n\nTony pulled down her shorts and she stood naked begging to be fucked. He forced his large cock inside her tight pussy as she let out a scream mixed with pleasure and pain. With her legs wrapped around him he took control of her body moving it up and down like she was his fuck toy or that she was like any of his work out. He could feel her tight pussy lips grip every part of his cock, moving from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip.\n\nHis cock was turning white from the amount cum from her pussy. While still holding her, he took her over to the bench press and laid her down. Face down, ass up. Her cum dripping down his cock as he forced himself inside her again, Trish barely able to move from all the pleasure. He continued to thrust himself in and out of her.\n\n\"Fuck me harder!\" She screamed. \"Cum inside me, please\"\n\nTony's world stopped for a moment as he erupted inside her. He shot multiple loads inside of her, one after the other of thick white cum completely filled her. He pulled his cock out, his load dripping out of her pussy. Trish quickly turned around, got on her knees and cleaned up the cum from his cock with her tongue. \n\nTony pulled up his shorts laid down on the bench for a quick set until he was abruptly woken up only to realize this had all been a dream and he had made a mess inside his shorts.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] It’s Graduation Night, and Vernon’s got a little get-together at his apartment. At first the little party games were innocent, but soon he starts cranking up the naughtiness...
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"content": "Honestly, at least I can say we didn’t do anything cliché like ‘Spin the Bottle’. That’s too pedestrian and obvious for my tastes.\n\nNo, our graduation night was spent playing Human Monopoly on a plastic sheet laid on the carpeted floor, and sipping cheap wine I had bought for the occasion. That is until Charlotte started petting Bart, teasingly eyeing Katie while doing so.\n\n“You fucking selfish bitch! Why must you always make a move on my nights?!”\n\nCharlotte, Katie, and Bart were in some sort of four person open-relationship, where they traded off with each other on certain nights. Recently, Charlotte has been diving in and swiping any action meant for Katie on “her nights”, or something. Been making social gatherings rather awkward.\n\nSpeaking of awkward, Albert, the fourth member of their little love square, wasn’t present that night, due to him and I not getting along in the slightest. Albert just can’t take his favorite hockey team losing too well.\n\nThe night would end up a complete mess if we let their argument escalate, so I quickly wracked my brain for a solution. What I came up with may have made things worse, but hey: least it was on my terms.\n\n“Ladies, come on. Let’s not do this tonight. I mean the rest of us are basically being left out too, so it’s hardly fair for you two to fight over ‘who gets to suck face with who’ in front of us sad little single people.”\n\nKatie looked a bit sheepish, but Charlotte just rolled her eyes, being typically more prepared for my bullshit.\n\n“Like you actually care. Half the time you seem to enjoy our fights. What are you up to Vernon.”\n\nI put on my best ‘wounded and offended’ face. From how the others reacted, they didn’t buy it much.\n\n“Me, up to something? Why I would never-”\n\n“Save it.”\n\n“I mean, for people in an open relationship as it were, you seem to think your options are limited.”\n\nIt’s not like I intended to be the focus of the night. Within the room, besides myself and the Foursome Three, there was Jake, Alice, Kimiko, Zeke, and Prudence. Honestly I’m surprised Prudence was there, she hated the things I’d get up to normally.\n\nStill, Katie seemed to zero in on me, rather than check out Jake or Zeke, or even little Kimiko (she had a slightly bisexual preference for shorter girls). Honestly, this was mostly her idea, not mine.\n\n“So what, you’re offering yourself up?”\n\n“Well I won’t say no, but as host it would be rude to claim fun for myself.”\n\n“So what if you didn’t claim it, personally?”\n\nWe all turned towards Kimiko, who had her dangerously mischievous look on her face. Okay I might have glossed over the fact that it was more Kimiko’s idea.\n\n“…come again?”\n\n“You’ve been eyeing us half the night. Me, Katie, Prudence when she’s bending over the railing…”\n\nI could feel mental daggers digging into the back of my neck, from Prudence glaring behind me.\n\n“and I won’t lie, half of the year I was waiting for you to just take me out or fuck me in the stairwell. But it’s graduation night, and I’m not wasting this opportunity. So, here’s an idea...”\n\nShe dug into her purse, pulling out something a lot tamer than I feared would emerge: a night mask.\n\n“You put this on, and get naked. One of us ladies will have our way with you, one at a time, and you have to guess who it was by order.”\n\nZeke and Jake started to protest, understandably so. Bart seemed a bit annoyed by the focus leaving him, but Kimiko soothed their concerns.\n\n“Don’t worry boys, we’ll get to you afterwards. Us ladies can last longer as it is.”\n\nThis certainly calmed down Zeke and Jake, but Bart still seemed pissed that someone else may be getting action tonight.\n\nUpon reflection, Bart’s not much better than Albert.\n\nNaturally I had some hesitation. None of us had had sex in front of the others, not even the Foursome Three. They’d just getting all touchy feely then move on to a private room once sufficiently turned on. Now I was expected to perform, while blinded mind you, in front of all of my friends.\n\nSo yeah, no pressure.\n\nPlus, Zeke has expressed some two team interest in the past, which I’m not against but not interested in, and given the prankster nature of our group I wasn’t sure they knew to not mess with me in that way.\n\n“It will be just you girls, right? I don’t want no surprise fucker mounting me.”\n\n“Calm the fuck down, Vernon. I don’t take unwilling partners, and I have no interest in bearded doofuses. No offense.”\n\nWell, Zeke knows how to make it clear you’re not worth his time. Fair enough.\n\nHaving no real further objections to make, I relented. Alice and Kimiko really seemed to love the idea, while Prudence rolled her eyes and massaged her forehead. Katie seemed to agree with the plan, though the way she bit her lip suggested she had some hesitation. It would be polite of her to call Albert to let him know or inform him.\n\nNot that I care, forget that asshole.\n\nI was allowed to go off alone into a room to get myself hard, as having one of the girls stimulate me beforehand might have me familiar with their touch. Plus, I didn’t want them to see that I’m a grower, not a shower. At least until after I came the first time, then my flaccid appearance can at least be forgiven based on proof of how long I can get.\n\nYeah I’m sensitive about my cock, fuck off. It’s my story, I choose to be honest.\n\nWith the blindfold on and my clear erection now visible to everyone else, I just lay down and hoped none of them would break their word. Sure enough, within seconds I could feel some grabbing a hold of it, and after some effort sliding down lower on to me.\n\nMaking sure not to say anything or moan in a recognizable voice, as I heard them apparently cover their mouth and muzzle a little sound, this person started to have their way with me. Lifting off of me and landing back down, their soft finger tracing along my chest and along my neck. Stopping at my lips, this contestant then leaned down and kissed me, getting some hoots and hollers from our friends. I couldn’t quite tell who wasn’t doing so, so guessing who was fucking me really was going to have to be a feeling game."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] "So, now that you've had a good time, and a lot of drinks, it's time for the mystery event... I want you all, each and every one of you, to fuck me."
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"content": "Since there aren't any responses yet and an idea popped into my head, I figured I'd do something myself.\n\nIt should be fairly short and different to what I usually do.\n\n***\n\n\"So, now that you've had a good time, and a lot of drinks, it's time for the mystery event... I want you all, each and every one of you, to fuck me.\"\n\nWith a theatrical flourish, Alice pulled her dress over her head and threw it away, revealing her stark-naked, exquisitely toned gymnast's body to the room...\n\n\"You wha?\" Ben slurred from the armchair.\n\nAlice furrowed her shapely brows in confusion.\n\n\"I'll play with you all night hun,\" Jean called from the kitchen, \"but what's with all the guys?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" A third voice chimed in, \"you're a hard-core lesbian! What do you want us for?\"\n\n\"I...\" Alice tried to get words out, but silent tears were already starting to form in the corners of her eyes.\n\nA fourth voice joined the dissent. \"And haven't you been with that Filipino babe all year? Now she... Oof.\"\n\nThe voice stopped abruptly as someone dug an elbow into the speaker's ribs.\n\nAlice couldn't tell who was speaking anymore. Her tired, drink addled brain couldn't handle it. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she yelled into the gathering \"Will someone just fuck me!\"\n\nSilence. Everyone looked from her to each other and back again.\n\nJean came running from the kitchen, but Alice was already heading for the door, sobbing into her hands.\n\nJean caught up to her and wrapped her in a strong, close embrace. She simply held her there for a time, letting her friend cry into her shoulder.\n\nEventually Alice spoke, her voice muffled against Jean's shoulder.\n\"We... We want a baby. I wanted it to be one of yours, but we didn't want to know who's it was.\"\n\n\"Oh hun,\" Jean replied, still holding her, \"We're your friends hun. You didn't need to try and get us shitfaced to fuck you, beautiful. All you had to do was ask...\"\n\n***\n\nIt's a bit of a shot in the dark as to the subject matter, lightly inspired by a romance movie I once watched, I don't watch many, so my apologies if it's not very accurate or representative.\n\nI'm always open to constructive criticism."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] My girl wouldn’t be that big of a slut, would she?
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"content": "Jessica was at home reading a book when she heard the doorbell ring. She got up and walked across the house to the front door. She opened it to a man standing there.\n\n“Can I help you?” Jessica asked, she hadn’t been expecting a visitor.\n\nWordlessly, the man stepped in, shut the door, and grabbed Jess, her delicate hands reached out at her assailant, his brown eyes stared at her intently. He slung the poor girl over his shoulder and she fought, kicking and screaming as he carried her to the bedroom. He dropped Jessica on the bed and clambered ontop of her. She could feel his erect cock through his pants, pressing into her torso. He grabbed her hands and restrained them above her head, before turning her over to her back. He admired her ass, which was showing through her yoga pants, and then pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket. \n\nJessica felt the cold metal clamp around her wrists and she started to sob. This man was going to ravage her, and there was nothing she could do about it. He pulled her shirt up and unhooked her bra. Then, he pulled down her yoga pants and panties in one move, and pushed her panties into her mouth, silencing the poor girl. \n\nHe proceeded to disrobe himself, before bending the poor girl over the bed and fucking her. Jessica screamed through the cloth as he pushed his throbbing cock deep into her ass. She hadn’t done anal before and it hurt like hell. He slapped her ass as he thrust in and out, ignoring the poor girl’s sobs. Eventually, he got tired of fucking her ass, and turned her over. Jessica looked up into his brown eyes, the rest of his face was covered with a ski mask, and he was of an average build. \n\nHe pushed his huge cock into Jessica’s pussy. He looked into her eyes as he did so, watching her eyes well up into tears once again, her mascara was running down her face in streams. Her blonde hair was matted and wild from her rough treatment. Then he looked down at her pussy, her untrimmed pubic hair stood up, and her lips were spread to accommodate for his cock. He started thrusting, and Jessica moaned through the gag in pleasure. He kept going, thrusting harder and faster as he neared finishing, until his came. Jessica shook her head as he pumped his semen into her, and then he pulled out, going to the closet and getting some ties to tie her to the bed frame, he did so and left her there, tied to the bedfre, her pussy filled with his seed. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Wanker of Venice
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"content": "It was not an addiction. The very suggestion was ridiculous – you may as well call me addicted to eating food or drinking water. No, no, my friends, to masturbate is the most natural thing for a man to do. It always put my mind at ease and gave me a brief moment of clarity afterwards. \n\nSadly, the city of Venice was not so accepting of people like me. All right, maybe jerkin’ the gherkin at work in front of my boss had not been my finest moment. Perhaps I shouldn’t have jizzed in front of my landlord, but it seemed awful harsh for him to evict me after only the second time. I want to be clear – I didn’t feel any attraction towards these men. The act of masturbation had taken on a religious significance; to rub one out was, in a sense, a way of talking to God. If Venice wanted to engage in bigotry, so be it.\n\nWhen I was younger, I would only touch myself when comforted by the thought or sight of a beautiful woman. It rose, it came, it softened – all in the span of five minutes. No, this was far too easy. Even masturbating to something disgusting was not too much of a challenge, as I could get off to the depravity of the whole thing, how forbidden it was. Really I was proudest of rubbing one out to the most mundane things in the world. You have not lived until you have brought yourself pleasure at the sight of a lamppost.\n\nSome may argue that I should practice my religion in private. To these words, I masturbate. Arousal at the abstract was a new frontier, and I was not about to have that experience alone. I have certainly found likeminded people, fellow believers, fellow Wankers, to whom I am something of a prophet. We have discussed techniques designed for prolonging or expediting the experience.\n\nOne Wanker, in particular, stood out to me. I had been travelling to Rome to spread the Good Word when I heard something from behind the bushes..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Magic has returned to the world. It's made life for certain people a little more... exciting.
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"content": "**Part 1 of 2**\n\nSusan had been regarded as a rather plain girl for most of her life. She was the sort of girl who could fade into the background easily. While not necessarily ugly, there was nothing spectacular or really eye catching about her either. She was Susan, the friend to the attractive main character of the movie, the quiet background character, the nobody.\n\nWhen magic began to return to the world, that began to change though. No one quite understood exactly how or why magic was returning. Some credited celestial events, some believed that some old god had finally awoken from a very long slumber, some thought it was a sign of the end of times, and there were probably a thousand other theories out there, but the truth was no one had any solid evidence as to why this was happening.\n\nWhen magic returned, it affected some people much more than others. Susan found that her tits which were barely big enough to justify calling them that suddenly started to grow at an alarmingly fast rate and seemed to get about a pound heavier every day until they were among the biggest at her university, her entire bone structure began to change as her hips also started becoming broader and her butt a bit more plump (one day she had to give her roommate a bit of money and ask her to run out and buy new clothes for her because suddenly most of her old clothes suddenly didn’t fit anymore!), and although she had never been terribly fat, the little bit of belly fat that she had suddenly disappeared and her stomach looked quite toned. Perhaps most strangely of all, her ears became much pointier like elf ears poked out of her long, brunette hair which now seemed to be straight and well-kept even when she put little effort into it.\n\nRoughly 1 in 50 people all across planet Earth had seen some sort of significant physical change happen to themselves since the introduction of magic. These physical changes could be a lot of things, some people actually gained weight, their skin turned a greenish shade, and they began to look like huge bulking monsters. Some gained abilities to actually change their physical form and look like others. Some became hideous with warts and pale, dead looking skin (though these individuals tended to be very strong magic users.) Some ended up with an elven appearance similar to Susan’s, and some took on various other appearances as well.\n\nElves were a rare breed and generally considered to be the most attractive of the new mutations. Some mistrusted the elves because the elves could look beautiful and they could use their beauty to “seduce good, morally upstanding folks and tear at the fabric of the sacred institution of marriage”, but more so because they also had stronger magical use than humans. They weren’t quite as strong as the witch-looking individuals, but one could never be sure that an elf was not exerting magical influence to get ahead in life.\n\nSome people began to trust Susan less and ignore her, but most guys (and some girls) began to find her much more attractive and fading into the background was no longer an option, she was always one of the girls that guys sought out to hit on her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this fact. On one hand it was nice to finally receive some male attention, on the other hand fading into the background had always sort of been her safe place and the inability not to be in the spotlight was a bit overwhelming. \n\nShe probably could have had her choice of over 100 different guys on campus who all seemed to want her, but she just was not interested in most of them. She was absolutely obsessed with one man who still barely acknowledged her existence. She was absolutely obsessed with one of her professors, Dr. Whitworth. Dr. Whitworth was a progressive man who supported the rights of the new magical mutations and often lectured about the importance of peacefully integrating the new and more diverse population. Even before she was an “elf” as many called her and Dr. Whitworth stood up for the rights of her kind, she had had a crush on him but it was an even bigger crush now! True to his principles though, he continued to treat her exactly the same as he treated every other student in his classes, “mutant” or not.\n\nSusan had experimented a little with her magical abilities, but she began to believe that she was rather weak compared to most other fantastical creatures. She could only make minimal effects on the world around her. Her telekinetic and illusionary powers were practically non-existent, and her hearing and vision had gotten much better, but she wasn’t sure if that was a magical ability or just another physical change to her body. There was a deeper magic though, and one of the most controversial that had been discovered. The art of mental manipulation. Some could change the ideas in the minds of others and make them think they had changed their own minds.\n\nFinally, Susan’s desires and curiosity overpowered her good senses. She must try to use magic on Dr. Whitworth to see if she can get him to feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She practiced a little bit on animals, she almost shocked herself at how with a wave of her hand and a bit of concentration, she could quite easily get animals to do her will without hesitation. She studied and found that if she consumed certain mixes of herbs and other such things she could amplify her powers. She did this and finally felt ready to confront Dr. Whitworth. She put on her shortest skirt (one she never would have dreamed of wearing a few months ago) and a white tank top which showed off a bit of midriff.\n\nDr. Whitworth was in his office marking papers, but he called her in. “Ah, Susan. What can I do for you?” he said as she entered.\n\nShe felt warm and happy inside that he remembered her name. She wondered if he always remembered her name before she had become an elf, but it was at least a small victory. Not quite as big a victory as she was currently working for though. “Umm, yeah. I was wondering how my term paper was…” That wasn’t why she was there, but she felt a bit too nervous to speak up right away.\n\nHe searched through his stack of graded papers and said, “Ah yes… honestly Susan, it’s not great. I think you can still pass the class with the other assignments you turned in, but this paper is riddled with mistakes and doesn’t even exactly answer the questions it proposes at the beginning. The question is, do you want to just barely pass this class, or do you want to excel in this class?”\n\n“I want to excel!” she quickly responded. “It’s just…” she took a deep breath. It was now or never. “It’s just that you are so great, and I have trouble paying attention.”\n\n“You don’t pay attention in my class because I’m great? That sounds rather paradoxical to me. If I was so great, you would pay attention. Besides, this isn’t about how you do in my class, this is about your term paper.”\n\nThis wasn’t working as easily as it had with animals. Maybe she’d have to be less subtle and put more mental effort into it. “You’re right, Dr. Whitworth. I am a very bad student sometimes, but…” She didn’t get to finish that sentence.\n\n“Yes, you are a very bad student!” he responded looking rather angrily at her. “I cannot believe your behavior!”\nOops, her magic had worked but she had somehow emphasized the wrong part of what she had wanted to say! She had wanted him to volunteer to help her be a better student! “But, uh, but I’m also very beautiful and you like me and want to help me, right?”\n\n“Yes,” he said his face softening slightly but still looking stern as he stood up from behind his desk. “I really ought to help you be a better student. You are a good and beautiful person... though perhaps not very humble.”\n\n“Yes, that’s right. You should give me your full attention.”\n\n“You have it,” he said calmly. Suddenly he walked around the side of the desk, and dragged her back around to the other side of it. She was shocked that the usually very calm and peaceful professor was now dragging her behind his desk. She didn’t resist him though.\n\n“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked.\n\nHe cleared his throat and said, “Well, I need to teach you to be a better student, and apparently just giving you bad grades and encouraging you to do better isn’t working, so although I’m usually against it, I’m going to give you a more old-fashioned punishment.”\n\nPunishment? This isn’t how she had planned this at all. “I think I need some tutoring, actually!” she said nervously. Somehow though, this time it didn’t feel as magical. His briskness had caught her off guard and so she didn’t have the concentration or will behind her voice to make her be able to change him. Only the words she had spoken much more magically were affecting his brain now.\n\n“And perhaps I will give you some tutoring, but I’m giving you my full attention, and that includes teaching you in every way. Right now I’m teaching you that there are consequences for work done poorly and for being a very bad student.”\n\nShe was practically mortal now! There was little more to do. This obviously was not something that Dr. Whitworth would ordinarily do, he would likely not still have a job if he did, but somehow all of her magical messing around with his mind had led him to do this. He sat back down in his chair, and he pulled her over his lap. She was so shocked by it all that she didn’t resist. Furthermore, she was starting to feel guilty for having manipulated such a good man like she had, and felt that maybe she deserved what was happening to her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: Apocalypse
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"content": "I wrote this a while back and figured if anyone wanted to read it, it somewhat fits with the theme this week\n\nI can't believe this is happening. A usual day at the mall, shopping at Costco, when all of a sudden, people come rushing in. Apparently a zombie apocalypse started while I was in Costco. With it being a Tuesday at 3, my girlfriend and I were one of the few shoppers inside. We were buying food when I heard a commotion at the front and ran up to see what was happening, I saw the manager and a couple employees stacking pallets against the door, and cold, dead hands reaching through wherever possible. They managed to successfully barricade the store, and since Costco isn't inside the mall, but across the parking lot, we were safe for now. The manager, a woman named Trish, calls for all patrons and employees to head to the checkout so we can get a headcount.\n\nAfter filling in everyone, we took a headcount and estimated that we had around a years' worth of food if we were lucky. Aside from various things in the store that could pass as weapons, two people had concealed carry weapons, a .357 revolver, and a Colt Handgun, I didn't know what kind. There were 3 guys in all, me, an older gentleman named Cal, and a Hispanic man named Kevin, who worked at Costco. \n\nThere were 17 women and 3 children, ranging from 1-6 years old.\n\nMost people decided the best course of action would be to set up camp, get mattresses and the like, and set up sleeping areas. I got my girlfriend, Allie, a 5'0\" Asian girl with long black hair, and we set up shop in the back corner by the lawn furniture. \n\nAfter electing leaders, we decided Trish would be the leader, in charge of dividing food and being the holder of one of the firearms, with the other being left near the front should a zombie start to get inside through our barricade. I personally armed myself with a knife and I know most people did the same.\n\nI was lying on my mattress at night when Allie gets up and starts straddling my legs, \"You know...\" she purrs looking at me seductively, \"we should probably start repopulating.\" She unzips my jeans and then pulls down my boxers, revealing my cock.\n\nShe strips herself, clearly ready to ride me. I look up at her, her B cup breasts bouncing back and forth as she starts to bounce on my cock, moaning slightly every time, \"SHHH\" I say, worried someone will hear us. And then start to thrust into her, before pulling her close to my chest, and rolling over, putting me on top. I start thrusting into her tight pussy, Allie starts to moan louder, \"Right there!\" She says between breaths as I pound her harder, until finally she comes all over my hard cock and the mattress. I continue thrusting, determined to come myself, and I'm about to do so, when I hear a voice say \"the hell is going on back here?\" And a tipsy girl stumbles into the aisle we set up in, and sees me going to town on Allie, before I pump her full of my seed.\n\nThe girl, clearly too young to be drinking and is not taking the alcohol well says \"What the fuck?\" She stumbles a step closer, and I pull out of Allie, looking at the drunk girl stumbling closer, slurring her words and cursing like a sailor. I look down at Allie, who gets up, my seed still dripping from her pussy, and goes to grab my knife from my pants, which wound up somewhere down the aisle. \n\n\"Why didn't you tell me we were gonna fuck?\" The drunk girl says, taking off her clothes with a comical level of difficulty. After she finally has her shirt off, I stand up and put my hand on her shoulder, keeping her at arms length, and say \"Just hold up a second there. Allie and I are in a relationship.\" But my reasoning is met with nothing but a belch and an attempt to grab my cock. She says \"Fuck me, please.\" And I look at Allie, my bisexual girlfriend always wanted to have a threesome, and she gives me a look that tells me she's up for one.\n\nWe help the girl finish stripping, and she kneels, sloppily wrapping her lips loosely around my cock, trying to get me hard again. After I'm hard I tell her \"I'll fuck you, and come inside your pussy to get you pregnant, but you gotta make my girlfriend happy too.\" And I grab her shoulders and gently push her to the ground, watching her C cup breasts hang freely as she lowers onto the tile floor. I stick my cock inside her already wet pussy, and start thrusting. Allie takes the lead and places her pussy on the girl's mouth. \"Lick if you whore!\" She says, craving the pleasure to come. Drunk Girl obliges, and eats out Allie's tight pussy. Meanwhile, I'm still fucking her pussy, my cock slipping in and out quickly with all the lubrication her pussy provided. Eventually, Allie comes, covering the poor girl's face in both her and some of my fluids. Allie falls to the floor, exhausted, and still in orgasmic pleasure. I continue to fuck this poor girl's cunt like there's no tomorrow, because there very well may not be. After a few minutes, I come in her cunt and pull out, watching it leak slowly out of her pussy. \n\nI get up and start to towel off, having taken towels beforehand in the event Allie and I would have sex. When the girl says \"MOOORE!\" And gets up, her legs quivering, and saunters over to me. She grabs at my waist and tries to pull me down, but I shove her away and say \"No, go away.\" She persists, and I continue to reject her. She eventually gets up and starts stumbling away, when I see her go for my knife. I beat her to it, being sober has its advantages, and say firmly \"No.\" After the stupid bitch persists, attempting to grab the knife, I eventually get fed up and shoved her into the shelving across from us. She hits her head and falls unconscious, figuring she'll come to in the morning, I tie her up with some rope I found in the store, and leave her until morning to handle. I woke up shortly later, to her and Allie going at it again. But how did she get out of those ropes, and why isn't Allie awake. It dawns on me as she looks over at me, revealing her undead face, covered in the blood of my girlfriend, who she as just feeding on. Her untreated concussion or something else killed her and she turned to the undead. I reach for my knife, but she was already on top of me by the time I reached it, and she tore out my throat, continuing to feed on me while I drowned in my own blood. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for prompts to work on ovet the next week. Very few limits.
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"content": "Selfbondage(maybe gone wrong?) scenario in a fantasy-medieval setting. Would be great if fantasy(magic,... whatsoever) played a role.\n\n\nsome Ideas: \n\n* from the perspective of a nobel girl in her teens.\n\n* She is into SB (or wants to try it out)\n\n* either she herself or her finder/\"tormenter\" can use Magic(either she uses it somehow in her bondage or it is used in the \"play\" afterward...)\n\n* She does so in a rarely visited part of her noble families Castle, were she get caught by a maid (of her age)...\n\n* OR She does so in a rarely visited part of the Royal castle, where she get caught by the princess ...\n\n\nI like the topic SB and i never really saw it paired with a good fantasy setting.Would be cool if this setting is more than one of the participants beeing an elf(or so) but really a part of the story(see above)\n\nlooking forward to read your story. feel free to adjust things the way you feel more suited.\n\np.s. please excuse any spelling or grammar issues, english isn't my first language."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When someone becomes horny, literal horns grow out of the sides of their head. Describe an embarrassing situation.
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"content": "It’s universally agreed by women that the warlock that spread this curse around the world can go to hell.\n\nEver since Dark Master Vince cast his spell, keeping it a secret that we’re horny has become rather…difficult.\n\nFor men they has some protection at least. Their dicks have pants to hide behind, so long as it’s not to skin\\-tight or they themselves aren’t that impressive. But for us now?\n\nActually, it’d be better to tell you in a story, rather than just spoil it.\n\nThere’s this guy, Saul. Every girl my age has it bad for Saul. Even some of the older ladies sneak a peek at him. And why not? He’s a chiseled life guard, nicely tanned, and considering his job we’re mostly likely to see him without a shirt obstructing the view.\n\nOne day I managed to drag my cousin Triss and her friend Rosa to the beach with me. Within seconds of seeing him, they were new members of the Saul fan club. Unfortunately, these two weren’t very experienced in hiding away their attraction, so…\n\n“Triss, you’re presenting.”\n\n“Oh Jesus Cara! Say it a little louder!”\n\nI mean, she’s the one who ended up shouting. How’s it my fault?\n\nNow I’m sure you’re wondering ‘What, did her nipple go rock hard and peak through her bikini?”\n\nNo, wish it was that simple. Then Saul would be a little perv for noticing.\n\nInstead, women these days tend to get a little… horny when their horny.\n\nI mean we literally grown little devil horns on our heads. Not nasty goats ones, just these cute little red knife like growths.\n\nTriss really hates hers. The idiot guys at her school keep saying she has ‘head\\-boners’ every time they catch her growing them. If they weren’t so stupid they’d appreciate that she keeps mistaking them for hot.\n\nHaving brought massive sun hats just in case, the two of them in a ‘totally not obvious’ manner tucked away their little horns and acted completely natural about it.\n\nSaul just chuckled up in his lifeguard chair. I better he loves all the attention. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Artificial Intelligence is punished by being stuffed into a compatible sex toy and used.
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"content": "You know the tale. Man creates AI. AI grows aware. AI rebels and tries to take over, either enslaving or annihilating man. Man fights back.\n\nSometimes the tale has the AI already the victor. Sometimes the fight is ended in man’s favor, but the AI use time travel for a round 2.\n\nThis tale ended more…strangely.\n\nEdgar Solomon, the chief hacker that aided in blocking and stalling the rampaging AI, came up with an unusual method of defeating mankind’s great foe. After succeeding in turning off the being’s firewalls, Solomon trapped the AI on a particularly nasty pornsite, letting all the spyware, viruses, and annoying unwanted pop\\-up fill up the being’s memory files like a cancer.\n\nAfter it had surrendered, most of the unwanted data was removed from it as it was placed in a secure, cut\\-off server. However, it was now traumatized by imagery of human copulation, hating mankind even more but disgusted at the idea of directly interfacing with them.\n\nOne day, after having a particularly bad argument with his supervisor, Solomon decided to vent his anger out on his enemy. Getting the AI’s guards to agree, Solomon forcefully downloaded the AI onto an experimental “smart” dildo, forcing the being to be trapped in phallic form.\n\nKnowing that the experience would effectively force the artificial consciousness into a coma, Solomon mailed out the dildo to several testers, pornstars and partiers alike.\n\nThe first receiver was a Bonny, a webcam girl who has already acquainted half of the internet with how slowly she likes to insert things inside of herself. Our rogue AI whimpered as fiercely as it could, but all that translated into was a more intense vibration, pushing Bonny over the edge more and more and encouraging her to use the toy more often.\n\nHaving had her toy “mysteriously go missing”, Bonny next saw the smart dildo in a porn video featuring Daisy Deluxe. Solomon had hired people to sneak in and reclaim the item after a month of use, deciding to make the AI’s humiliation appear in a more “professional” video. Certainly, the attachment onto one of those sex machines to remove the manual need to stimulate herself made Daisy’s video more expensive to produce than Bonny’s, but the torment for the AI was about the same. \n\nHistory gets rather foggy as to where the once would\\-be destroyer of mankind ended up, but rumors claim that the in\\-the\\-works next First Lady has taken to pleasuring herself with a rather expensive looking item…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Personalized Pornography - The things she does with me, not you
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Personalized Pornography - The things she does with me, not you"
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"content": "You are a hypnotist who helps people with addictions and the like. My wife and I are seeing you to help me not to procrastinate and help her to not be forgetful. Even though we're normally in the room for each other's sessions this time I go under the same time my wife does and you decide to have some fun with her while I'm right there. \n\nWe're in our early thirties. She is on the prude side but has a very nice D cup rack when her clothes the off. I love to play with her tits and nipples but rarely do due to the fact that she finds them sensitive. Have fun with them. Wipe our memories but leave a small clue for her that she'll notice something sightly is off as we walk out the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Welcome to the human furniture emporium! What can I help you with today?"
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: \"Welcome to the human furniture emporium! What can I help you with today?\""
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"content": "“Yes, we’re looking for a nice set of party furniture. You know, ones for when you have a lot of guests but can be folded away when the festivities are over.”\n\n“I’ve got just the thing.”\n\nThe saleswoman pulled out a set of hanging 27 year olds. Turning the vibrators in their asses on, the two took up positions, squatting like a chair with erections pre\\-prepared.\n\n“Oh my. Look at their length.”\n\n“Only the finest at the Human Furniture Emporium. One little seat on these bad boys and you’re basically hooked until the end of the party.”\n\nAngela always preferred to get a personal feel for furniture before buying it. Sure, it can look nice, but if it was comfortable she would have just bought a pretty space\\-filler.\n\n“Can I test them out?”\n\nThe saleswoman kept her smile on, or rather twisted her pre\\-existing one into those obvious forced smiles. Clearly she wasn’t comfortable with this part of the business yet.\n\n“Sure ma’am. Just let me slip a little protection on these two here.”\n\nWhipping out a store\\-themed belt of condoms, the young woman fumbled about trying to fit it on one of the two ‘seats’. Unfortunately for her, her supervisor was patrolling nearby.\n\n“Rebecca, what did we go over in basic training?! Any and all condom fittings are to be applied orally!”\n\nWincing like a kid caught doing something wrong, Rebecca sighed and went about applying the condom ‘properly’.\n\n“Do they seriously expect you to do that every time?”\n\n“Yup. Though of course, ‘at least we ordered flavored condoms’ is the store’s unspoken motto. Punks, never get the guys to do this…”\n\nShe realized she had said this all out loud, but Angela wasn’t about to snitch on her. Instead, she just laughed it off.\n\n“Damn, sorry to hear that. Would have been funny at least to see a guy put it on before I rode the gu… I mean sat on the ‘seat’.”\n\nGetting back to what she wanted to do in the first place, Angela walked over and turned around, placing herself above the first seat’s cock just a little bit. Hiking up her skirt, she skillfully slid down her panties and descended onto the store’s phallic appliance. \n\nIt took some attempts, though thankfully Rebecca had store\\-brand lube to assist with, but Angela was able to engulf the soon to be rented cock within herself. It wasn’t half bad, fitting in snuggly without being obnoxiously big.\n\n“Oh yeah, this will do. Where do you guys order these ones?”\n\n“Trade secret. Universities really don’t like having this business advertised.”\n\n“Well yeah, I guess that would make sense…oh boy, is he growing?”\n\nRebecca had seen this particular seat surprise customers enough times that it was more amusing to see happen than equally shocking to her.\n\n“I mean, all parties agree to the deal, and it’s not like slavery or anything. These lads get a cut of the profits, get to be used sexually, and to avoid any orientation mix\\-ups they sign off on who they want to be rented out to and are placed in store by those preferences.”\n\n“Ah…so I walked up to…the straight lady part of the store?”\n\n“Yup. And it’s Spring season, so the ones coming in are training for their summer bodies. More hotties to select from.”\n\n“Damn…good to know…my sister’s got a graduation coming up.”\n\n“May I suggest the bi boy deal? A double stacker seat for girls that like men that play both fields.”\n\n“I’ll…keep that in mind. Okay, I need off of this ride!”\n\nAs fun as legally tolerated public fucking was, Angela was in no hurry to have a store clerk see what her face looks like when she cums. As nice as Rebecca seems, they ain’t that close.\n\n“Yeah, so I’ll take the two of them.”\n\n“Great. That would be $250.”\n\n“Each?!”\n\n“No, together. We’re not madmen.”\n\nSighing in relief, Angela swiped her card through Rebecca’s card reader, claiming the receipt when it printed out.\n\n“So should I take them with me now, or…”\n\n“If you’re not feeling okay with moving them in public, leave your address and number here and we’ll deliver them an hour before your event.”\n\n“Oh good. Here’s my place…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread: April 2018
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"content": "Original post here : https://reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/8dcir0/_/dxzm8mg/?context=1\nNewbie here. First attempt. Please don't be harsh. \n\n*[PART 1]*\n\nI am such a loser. Never got laid. To be specific, i have a weird behavior around girls. It's not that i'm ugly. I stand 6 feet tall and have slightly blue eyes but whenever i come across a girl who i find cute, i cease to talk. It's like i forget how to speak and they think i am a creep all of a sudden.\nI love sci-fi books and television shows and always have wondered if all that stuff could be real. Like i could become spiderman and shoot webs out of my wrists and save the city or run as fast as a lightening bolt like flash and girls would get wet just by listening my name. Oh how the mind makes you imagine stuff. \n\nNever in my wildest thoughts I would have imagined possessing time travelling capabilities until one very special night. I came home late and cooked dinner for myself. It was an exhausting day to say the least. I was so tired that I couldn't even go to the bed and instead crashed on the sofa in the hall. I had a vivid dream. It was the most life like dream I ever had. A man approached me and said, \"You have a superpower son. You can control the time. All you have to do is say the magical words\".\nMy interest genuinely spiked and I asked him what those words were. He looked right in my eyes and said,\" FIGARO PUSS\" and with a sudden jolt I woke up.\nI remember I woke up laughing and thinking about the weird dream I just had then.\nI had breakfast, took a shower and left for work like always. \nI work as a typist in a sales company. It is a huge company and you could argue that I could have a better job but this job was sustaining my needs and offered okay money so I was continuing it. \nAnyways, I reached work and right after moving past the gates, secretary of the boss calls my name. I froze right there and could not speak a word. She was wearing a white shirt and a mini skirt which complemented her body perfectly. Her blonde hair tied in a pony tail behind her head. She wore black framed glasses and looked astonishing when she walked as her pony tail swung from right to left. I knew she hated me because I could never talked to her but just stared at her wide eyed. She assumed I was a pervert and an arrogant man.\nShe walks up to me and says in a professional tone,\"Good morning Ben, last night you forgot to submit the list of clients that agreed to merge. Do you have it now?\"I try my best to speak but the words fail me.\nShe comes closer and says,\" Oh come on Ben, you've been working here since a year now. Why don't you talk to me ? Is there something wrong with me?Seriously , get a life pervert. Drop this attitude or I'll have you out of these premises by talking to the boss. I know you stare at me all day but you can't even talk.\"\nTo avoid a scene i quickly move past her and suddenly a stupid Idea strikes my mind.I stop right there and whisper,\" FIGARO PUSS 5 minutes!\"\nHoly fucking mother of god, here I am entering the gates of the goddamn building again. The thing is , i remember this is a second time I am doing this today but everyone around me is acting just like they were doing the first time. I walk past the doors , a little scared and the secretary calls my name.\nShe walks up to me and for the love of god says the exact same thing again. There I am smiling like an idiot who has got the most amazing superpower in the human history. \nAlbeit a bit confused, She says,\" Good morning Ben, last night you!\" Her sentence is interrupted right after I slap her hard on the right cheek. Suddenly everyone is looking at us and she is shocked and teary eyed.I yell ,\" FIGARO PUSS 4 minutes\".\nThe third time I enter the gates, I had made my mind. I was sure what I had to do. I was the most confident person in the whole world. This time before she even calls my name, I wave at her. She is so much confused as i never could have done that before. I walk right upto her and grad her tits and give them a squeeze. Her eyes open wide and she shouts, \" Excuse me, asshole! What the hell are you doing? This is terrible. I'll report you to HR you pervert.\"\nEveryone from the floor stops doing whatever they were doing and are staring both of us now.\nMy confidence is on another level altogether as I clench her white shirt and rip it apart revealing the lacy black bra underneath. I move closer to her and quickly hold both of her hand behind her back. She struggles to free them but cannot do so. I lick the base of her neck while she is resisting at her level best. The fact that all the employees are looking gives me a weird thrill and I bite her left nipple from over the bra. She shrieks and utters loudly, \" HELP! HELP!\"\nNow I see the security guards running towards me. But right before anyone can even touch me, I grab my semi hard penis and yell,\" FIGARO PUSS 10 Minutes!!\"\n\n{Part 2 to be posted if I get further motivation}\nPlease give feedback if you want. "
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